Yangxu grabbed his phone, dialed Ye Lu's number, and put it on speaker.
Shang Jingchen couldn't be bothered with him.
From the other side, children's voices were flaring, seemingly a place with many kids.
"Sister Xiaolu, where are you, it's your brother Yang."
Shang Jingchen looked irritated, brother and sister? How nauseatingly affectionate.
"Brother Yang? Who are you? With such a disgusting voice, I don't even know you."
When Shang Jingchen heard Ye Lu's disdainful voice, his face lightened up a bit. At least this woman knew to keep her distance from other men.
"Ah, Miss Xiaolu, you've broken this handsome guy's heart. Just a few days ago, we met each other and got along so well like sisters. How could you have forgotten me?" Yangxu put on a hurt expression.
"Oh, I remember now, you're that queer guy, Shang Jingchen's man."
Shang Jingchen's face instantly turned ashen.