Song Yan had just gotten into the car when Wei Shiran caught up.
He propped one hand on the door and leaned in, tilting his head as he looked at Song Yan, "Let's chat, shall we?"
"I have nothing to talk about with a scumbag."
Wei Shiran laughed it off, clearly unbothered.
He took out his mobile phone and held it in front of her, his lips curved in a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "Let' talk about the owner of this phone."
Song Yan glanced at it, her eyebrows furrowing slightly.
The subtest change in her expression was instantly noticed by Wei Shiran, and the curve of his lips deepened.
Song Yan quickly realized, and mockingly said, "Don't tell me, Wei Young Master, you've fallen so low that you're stealing phones now?"
"Stealing phones is a bit much, but when Cinderella left, she left behind a glass slipper. She purposefully left her phone for me, the message couldn't be clearer," Wei Shiran laughed roguishly.
Song Yan: "..."