A Pleased Han Yun'er

"Oh, thanks for the compliment, Sister," Han Yun'er said icily without a hint of anger.

"Shut up! I told you not to call me your sister!"

Han Xue'er hung up after her furious comment.

Han Yun'er looked at the screen of her phone frostily. "Are you the only one who's allowed to have a temper? Are you the only rich missy here?"

Suddenly, she flung her phone away in a swift motion.

The phone clunked onto the carpet by the door.

Hehe, it was only a phone. Anyway, that dumbass Han Xue'er had given her two hundred thousand yuan, and she could use that money to buy herself a new phone!

Han Yun'er felt at ease now. She pressed the bell for the waiter.

The waiter from before pushed open the door and entered, smiling warmly. "My esteemed guest, what is your request?"

He saw the phone on the carpet as he walked in and froze.

Han Yun'er remembered something Han Xue'er had done before.