Seeing that Ye Shu not only lost her phone but also seemed to not care at all, Sheng Shaochen's face quickly grew cold, "Woman, do you realize you're testing this young master's patience?"
"I know, didn't you just say so yourself?" Ye Shu noticed he seemed really angry, so she gently stood up and bent over to lean close to Sheng Shaochen, who was sitting on a small stool.
After staring into his eyes for several seconds, she suddenly cracked a smile, "Mr. Sheng, is it only allowed for officials to set fires, and not for ordinary folks to light lamps? It was you who lost my phone first, and then I lost yours. We're even now. Besides, it was my own phone that I lost, you're not at a disadvantage at all."
"Damn it!" Sheng Shaochen, so enraged that he suddenly grabbed the wine bottle intent on smashing it on the ground.
