Huanhuan spoke, pleadingly looking at Chenxing, stammering for a while: "Could you help me call Baihao? Just casually hint about, you know..."
Chenxing lay softly on the bed, adjusting Little Sheng Sheng's sleeping posture, casually asked: "About what?"
"It's... oh, it's that I love him!"
"Pfft..." Chenxing covered her mouth to suppress a laugh, while Huanhuan's face turned completely red, insisting: "Don't laugh, hurry up and call!"
"Call him yourself, how can someone else say such things for you?"
"I just can't bring myself to do it," Huanhuan grumbled sheepishly, awkwardly nudging Chenxing, "Please help me call just this once. Next time you need something like this, I'll definitely help you."
She gestured pleadingly, and Chenxing pursed her lips, deciding to help her and call Brother Baihao.
She pressed the speakerphone button.
