“You’re finished! Duan Baoguo! With your current state, you’ll never be able to enter my house!”


  Ye sang rambled on and drank a mouthful of water. Just as she was about to continue arguing with him, Duan Jinyan sent her a question mark.

  [ ? ]

  Another voice message was sent over.

  “Duan Baoguo?”


  The ending tone was a little funny. Ye sang’s fingers froze slightly. Listening to his voice message, her ears suddenly turned red for some reason.

  The other party’s tone was not as angry as she had expected. Instead, there was a hint of a smile, as if he was coaxing a naughty child at home.