I'm Pepsi's Future Husband (12)

He Jiayu didn't reply, but forced himself to continue listening.

The voice on the other end sounded arrogant and roguish. "I heard you're married? To some petty doctor? Heh, I bet you're regretting it now. If you're with me, at least you can get as many LV and Dior bags as you want. Why stick around that little piece of shit?"

He Jiayu's face darkened.

Who on earth was this man?

As if realizing how awkward this one-sided conversation was, the man cleared his throat and said, "Meet me at Qingqing Gallery tomorrow night at seven. See you then."

He hung up after that.

He Jiayu raised an eyebrow, tossed the phone aside, and sat down quietly on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Su Xiaomo walked out of the bathroom, rubbing her wet hair with a towel and her skin pink from the shower. She was surprised to see He Jiayu sitting there. "Why are you not in bed?"