The driver who had accompanied her watched her come out empty-handed and asked, "Did Madam not see any clothes you liked?"
"Uncle Li." Qiao Mianmian didn't answer this question, but tilted her head and asked him, "Do you know Mo Yesi's mobile phone number?"
Uncle Li was stunned. "… I do."
"Well, show it to me."
Uncle Li: "…"
Madam didn't have Young Master's phone number?!
Although he was puzzled, he quickly took out his mobile phone and found Mo Yesi's number.
Qiao Mianmian glanced at it and called Mo Yesi directly.
It rang for a long time before it was connected.
"Hello." A cold, low voice sounded, a little alienated and aloof.
Qiao Mianmian was silent for a few seconds before opening her mouth. "… It's Qiao Mianmian."
Mo Yesi was quiet for a second. "This is your mobile phone number?"
