“What-What is it?” Mu Yu looked at him nervously.

“My phone number, written a thousand times. I’ll come back and check for it tonight.”

As it turned out, he was asking about this.

Mu Yu heaved a sigh of relief and asked with a smile, “Let me do a memory playback for you. It’s 1…”

Qin Jinhuan glanced at her faintly. “Did I ask you to memorize it? I want you to copy it down.”

“There’s no need to copy ...