What makes you think you can ask for my male god's phone number!

Nie Xiaoxun dragged Mu Anran along, her gaze fierce as she glared at Mao Yan, "And you, what gives you the right to block my idol from giving me his phone number?"

Mao Yan almost laughed with frustration, "Nie Xiaoxun, don't think you're something special just because your family has some money. You call Young Master Yu your idol, but looking at him, he doesn't seem to treat you like a goddess. What gives you the right to forbid me from asking for his number? Give me back my phone!"

Nie Xiaoxun turned huffily to face Yu Lingqian, "Idol, how can you give someone like her your number?"

Yu Lingqian's deep gaze fell upon Mu Anran, whose little face was expressionless, her thick lashes bowed down, making it impossible to discern her eyes.

His eyes flickered, and finally, he spoke lazily, "What does it matter to you whom I give my number?"

Nie Xiaoxun was dumbfounded: "But..."

But you obviously have Mumu! How can you give your number to another girl in front of her?