In the Western restaurant, Gu Qingcheng raised her glass and said to Ye Bufan, “Mr. Ye, I’m really sorry. I misunderstood you today. Thank you for saving Qiaoqiao.”

Gu Qiaoqiao also raised her glass and said, “Brother Ye, thank you too!”

Ye Bufan picked up his glass and toast with two girls, then took a sip.

He had just put down his glass when his phone rang in his pocket. He glanced at the caller ID, which was an unfamiliar number he had never seen before. ...