Liu Sanming glanced at his phone and immediately felt overwhelmed by a mountain of pressure.
Clearly, his schedule was too tight, and he was just too busy.
"Sis, I'm afraid I won't make it tonight. Plus, my sister-in-law wants me to go home early to discuss moving plans."
"Then just say... you're off to play mahjong with an old friend."
Zhu Run frowned in response.
Deliberately, she rubbed her full, fair bosom.
Liu Sanming replied with a bitter smile on his phone: "Sis, let's forget it for now. I'll find time to meet you later, okay?"
After reading this, Zhu Run pouted unhappily, seemingly displeased.
She had already offered to book a room, but Liu Sanming still refused.
Was he tired of it?
Chen Yingying, hidden under the table, was unaware of their secret conversations on the phone.
She thought they were genuinely chatting, and seeing Zhu Run still lingering and not even noticing her, she became bolder.
She began her actions once more.
