Song Yansheng's fingers tightened around the phone, an inexplicable anger rising from deep within his heart.
In a clear, cold voice, he said, "No need... I've got something to handle, so I probably can't pick up the phone myself. Just tell Nuannuan that I'll inform Xiao Chuan about the phone matter, and when she sees Xiao Chuan, she can hand it over to him personally!"
Then, without waiting for Lv Nan Nan to respond, he immediately hung up the phone, started the car, and drove away.
Sometimes he thought, maybe fate was reminding him in this way that he and Shi Nuan were truly impossible, impossible in this lifetime.
His deep affection for her, his nearly obsessive infatuation, she would never know in this life.
When he was fourteen, he saw her at six, thinking her smile blossomed brightly like a flower, cute and cuddly like a little angel.
