"Do you want me to tell you who it is?" Ye Haofan seemed slightly drunk, his eyes half-closed, his bathrobe slightly open, lying sideways on the couch, idly swirling the wine glass in his hand.
"You would tell me?" Shen Mosheng hiccuped coldly without any hope, Ye Haofan was probably just watching the drama unfold.
"Of course not," Ye Haofan smirked with a light laugh, his expression, however, was ice-cold, "Although this play isn't spectacular, it does pass the time adequately."
"Then what exactly is the reason for your call, sir? Could it really just be to hear my voice and confirm my charm once again?" The thought of that man coveting Han Yingying made Shen Mosheng unwilling to let him off easily.
"It's just to inform you, I'm planning to make a move."
Shen Mosheng slightly raised his eyebrows, ready to make a move? It turns out those previous actions didn't even count as a declaration of war to him; he had indeed underestimated him.
"Should I feel honored?"
