The girls chatted with Xia Qingyi while they sneakily glanced a look at Mo Han's handsome face out of the corner of their eyes.
Before they left, one girl whispered into Xia Qingyi's ear and asked, "Can you give me your brother's phone number?"
Xia Qingyi had long observed those small eye movements towards Mo Han ever since he came, and had expected her to say something along those lines. So she also softly spoke into that girl's ear, "No. Give it up."
Xia Qingyi did not take a second look at that girl as her face turned red in an instant and she ran away in a panic. She turned back and was unable to hold back her laughter.
"What did you all talk about?" Mo Han asked.
"Nothing much."
Xia Qingyi thought of just now and looked at Mo Han delightedly and said, "Brother, you should treat me to lunch."
"Why?"
"Because I helped you solve a tiny problem."
"What problem?"
