The Potential of a Ruffian

Ning Mengmeng: "..."

F*ck!

How could Zang Senyan still have the potential to be a ruffian!

Why didn't she notice it before?

However, when she saw Zang Senyan's 'fierce' gaze on her, Ning Mengmeng suddenly cowered and then… She obediently handed the phone to him.

This time, Zang Senyan looked at Ning Mengmeng with a satisfied smile.

"That's more like it."

As he said that, he had already turned on Ning Mengmeng's phone and naturally typed the phone number that he had memorized by heart.

As for flipping through the phone book?

It didn't exist.

His brain was still working.

He was looking at his phone, but he didn't put it against his ear.

Just when Zang Senyan thought that the call would be hung up, he did not expect…

The number of seconds had actually started to jump!

Ning Mengmeng: "..."

Zang Senyan's face suddenly darkened!

Then, a low and magnetic voice came from the other side.