The angry voice from behind startled Cheng Ruowei so much that she hung up the phone and instinctively hid her mobile.
There was no light on; the brightness of the living room intermingled with the surrounding darkness, revealing Di Jinye's sinister and terrifying expression.
Cheng Ruowei took a deep breath to stay calm and countered, "I should have the freedom to make phone calls, shouldn't I?"
"Answer my question, your wild man really doesn't mind, does he?"
Di Jinye's voice was filled with icy inquiry.
The "wild man" was his trigger point.
"He doesn't mind. He trusts me a lot."
In fact, Cheng Ruowei was speechless. Whether she had a "wild man" or not was none of his business, so why should he get angry at her?
Even if she did have someone, it would not be "wild," but legitimate.