C122 In the Restaurant

Feng Muhan sat on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee. Another cup, steaming hot, sat on the coffee table, clearly freshly brewed. He pointed to the sofa across from him and said coolly, "Why didn't you reply to my messages?"

Su Ranxi looked up, bewildered, her eyes filled with confusion. "Oh, those texts were from you? How did you get my number? Then again, for someone like Feng Muhan