Chapter 700 Only You Can Make Him Lose Control

"Sure, what flavor do you want?"

On the other end of the phone, she faintly heard the sound of a chair being pulled out. The footsteps weren't very clear, followed by the sound of keys jingling. Nan Jiaojiao could imagine him hooking his car keys on his pinky finger, twirling them around, and then sliding them into his pants pocket before casually pulling out a cigarette.

By the time he spoke again, she could hear him exhaling smoke, "Strawberry again?"

Nan Jiaojiao's face turned a shy red, and her scalp tingled.

This topic wouldn't be easy to avoid, would it!

"You decide!"

She hurriedly responded and hung up the phone. The call screen had just auto-exited, and before she could put down her hand, another call came in.

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at it and showed the screen to Old Lady Bo.

"Grandma, it's my senior brother's call; I'll go out and take it."

"Okay, Grandma will wait for you. Don't go outside; it's cold out there."