Shen Che took the phone, instinctively wanting to step aside to take the call, but noticed the girl's face suddenly turn pale like frost, a look of extreme grievance on her face.
He reached out, indulgently ruffling the girl's hair, then sat down next to her directly and asked Nasha on the phone, "What's the matter?"
Nasha reflexively wanted Shen to ditch this girl, "Where did you find this girlfriend of yours? She has absolutely no sense of decorum. Shen, I don't like her."
"It's enough that I like her."
Shen Che's assertive remark left Nasha breathless for a second, "What did you just say?"
Seeing the girl next to him soften her gaze, her face gaining a faint blush, Shen Che smiled gently and softened his tone, "I said, a wife is someone I want to marry. It doesn't matter whether anyone else likes her or not. As long as I like her, it's enough. Now, why are you calling me?"