Wang Hao huffed coldly, staying silent.
Realizing his attempt at pandering had completely backfired, his agent gave an awkward smile and stopped talking.
"Give me your phone." Wang Hao suddenly requested.
Even though his agent didn't know who Wang Hao intended to call, he handed his phone over straight away.
After picking up the phone, Wang Hao took out his phone to look up a number, finally settling on a name.
Zhang Qianqian.
Seeing this name, a lecherous smile spread across Wang Hao's face, and he dialed the number directly.
The moment the call connected, before Zhang Qianqian on the other end even had a chance to speak, Wang Hao arrogantly said, "Zhang Qianqian, do you remember my voice?"
"Who is this?" Zhang Qianqian, about to enter her class, received the mysterious call and sounded quite puzzled.
"Wang Hao." Wang Hao said his name, somewhat unsatisfied. In his opinion, a vain girl like Zhang Qianqian should surely remember his number.