115, old flame?

"Brother Jingshen." A soft female voice came from the other end of the phone, "Tomorrow, Ziyang and I are on the same flight. I'll send you the flight number once we've boarded."

Su Wanwan asked, "Who are you?"

There was silence on the line.

"Hello? Why aren't you speaking?"

Instead of a reply, the call was abruptly hung up.

Su Wanwan put down her phone, her eyes darting towards the drunken man. She couldn't help but start to suspect.

Calling him Brother Jingshen?

Such intimacy, could it be this old man's old flame?

Oh dear, is the old flame planning to visit him?

As if he could read her mind, the man suddenly started acting bossy again, "Baby, help me take a shower."

A shower?

So he wants a shower, doesn't he?

Su Wanwan suddenly laughed mischievously.

She walked into the bathroom and turned on the tap.

A while later, she came out with a basin full of cold water and without a word, she splashed it on the man.