But soon, Zhang Hang realized something—Yun Mu had also shown a surprised look earlier, they must have been acting.
"Qingli, I can't believe your taste is so poor, to choose a bodyguard as a boyfriend. If this gets to your aunt's ears, it might not be good," Zhang Hang said with a smile that bore ill intentions, looking at Yun Mu and Qingli.
Qingli snorted. "My mom never manages to control me. Look, she wanted me to study accounting, yet I still went on to study art. Also, interfering in someone's private life is very impolite, Mr. Zhang, you should really mind your own business."
Seeing that his previous words had made no impact, Zhang Hang grew furious and decided to take out his phone. "Fine, I'm calling your aunt right now."
Qingli looked at Zhang Hang with disdain and said indifferently, "Go ahead, make the call."
Zhang Hang certainly didn't hesitate and dialed a string of numbers.
"Hello, Aunt Xu," Zhang Hang's voice made Yun Mu cringe.