Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother Chapter 510 You

An Yin almost couldn’t control her emotions and nearly let out a sob, but luckily she covered her mouth in ti, preventing any sound from escaping.

"What did you say? I didn’t hear it clearly?" The man spoke softly, as if treating her like a child, with a tenderness that was absurd.

An Yin put down her hand, took a small sip of milk tea, trying to calm herself down.

"I might have dialed the wrong number; I was originally trying to call my dad." To disguise her real voice, An Yin spoke slowly with a pinched voice.

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds before he said, "You indeed have the wrong number."

An Yin feared he would hang up, so she mumbled, "Can you not hang up?"

"Why?"

The man’s voice had a cold undertone.

An Yin cautiously spoke, "I feel like your voice sounds a lot like my dad’s."

"..." For so reason, on the other end of the line, ng Heming felt a sharp intake of breath, as if a part of his heart was being carved out, making it ache tightly, "Sure!"

The little girl’s words made ng Heming ponder deeply.

"Thank you." An Yin said awkwardly.

"You can’t reach your dad?" ng Heming thought deeply and could only co to this conclusion.

"Yes, I’ve never t him." These were An Yin’s honest words.

"Then how do you know your dad’s number?" Although the little girl had dialed the wrong number and got him, ng Heming was quite curious.

"I discovered it by accident, maybe I just have a bad mory and didn’t rember it correctly, so I dialed the wrong number and called you." An Yin’s tone carried a hint of apology.

"Then we must be fated." Hearing the little girl’s aggrieved voice, ng Heming quickly comforted her, and at the sa ti, regarded the little girl as a child without a father, feeling a tinge of sympathy.

Fated?

An Yin clutched the milk tea tightly with one hand.

"How old are you?" Perhaps because the little girl hadn’t spoken for a while, ng Heming, thinking she missed her father, asked aloud.

"Twenty..." An Yin swallowed back the word, afraid the man would guess her identity, and started to speak more carefully.

"Twenty?" The man repeated, then said, "Still just a little girl!"

"I’m not that young." An Yin naturally retorted.

"Heh..." The man chuckled softly, showing he was in a good mood.

Even though An Yin wasn’t good at reading people, she could tell he was teasing her plainly, and her cheeks puffed up as she pouted, dissatisfiedly muttering, "Old man." She thought this in her heart but didn’t realize she said it out loud.

An Yin stared at her phone in a panic, scared that he would get angry and stop talking to her.

Just as she was feeling anxious, a clear laugh burst out from the phone.

"Haha..." ng Heming laughed heartily.

In the second-floor milk tea room, An Yin was fully engrossed in the conversation, with no mind to pay attention to her surroundings.

Next to An Yin, Cheng Yi and Wu Juan were comfortably drinking their milk tea. When they ca upstairs, they saw An Yin in the corner on a call, so they didn’t disturb her and sat at the table nearby.

The room wasn’t very large, so a little noise could be heard by everyone. At that mont, there were only two tables occupied on the second floor, allowing Wu Juan and Cheng Yi to hear An Yin’s phone conversation clearly.

Wu Juan leaned over to Cheng Yi’s ear and whispered, "You said before An Yin seed innocent and naive, but look at how she talks, it’s like she’s putting on an act."

Talking in a pinched voice? The more Wu Juan listened, the more it made her skin crawl.

An Yin’s voice already had the unique gentleness of a Jiangnan woman, and now with her affected tones, it made others feel tingling to the core, no wonder Wu Juan would say such things.

Cheng Yi looked embarrassed; she had no idea An Yin would be like this in private, "Alright, I was wrong."

"I bet she’s flirting with a guy right now." Wu Juan said knowingly, afraid An Yin might hear their conversation, her lips almost touching Cheng Yi’s ear.

"That’s her private business, let’s not interfere." Cheng Yi took a sip of milk tea, then glanced back at An Yin.

"Hehe, isn’t Keke her best friend?" Wu Juan suddenly thought of a prank, her interest piqued as she pulled out her phone, "Keke and An Yin are best friends, right? I wonder if Keke has seen An Yin like this."

As she said this, Wu Juan had already taken out her phone, opened the video recording, and pointed it towards An Yin’s profile, filming.

Watching this, Cheng Yi was frightened and wanted to stop her, but seeing Wu Juan’s warning glance, she had no choice but to let her misbehave.

However, when she saw Wu Juan brazenly recording, Cheng Yi worried An Yin would notice, so she kept an eye on their surroundings. It wasn’t until Wu Juan recorded for about a minute or two and An Yin was still chatting happily that Cheng Yi finally relaxed.

After a few minutes, Wu Juan’s arm felt tired, and after pressing "pause" on the screen, she imdiately sent the video to Jiang Keke.

[Wu Juan: Keke, did you know your best friend has two faces? Haha, we witnessed it today; she must be flirting with a guy, her voice all sickly sweet, it almost made spit my tea out.]

After editing a long ssage, Wu Juan sent it, feeling imnsely satisfied.

Cheng Yi leaned over and saw the whole ssage Wu Juan sent.

"Let’s just drop it, she hasn’t done anything to us, there’s no need to..."

Before she could finish, Wu Juan interrupted, "Cheng Yi, whose side are you on?"

When Wu Juan called her by her full na, Cheng Yi knew she was angry and imdiately spoke in a good-natured tone, "Alright, alright, my mistake, I’m on your side."

"That’s more like it." Wu Juan’s temper flared up and faded quickly.

To ease the tension between them, Cheng Yi quickly changed the topic, "Keke just sent a WeChat ssage, inviting us to hang out tonight."

"Great, I was wondering what to do tonight." Wu Juan’s eyes lit up, her face full of excitent.

Cheng Yi looked at her with a troubled expression.

Seeing her friend remain silent, Wu Juan’s smile gradually disappeared, "Did you have sothing else to say?"

"Yeah." Cheng Yi didn’t want to hide it, softly said, "I declined."

"Why?" Wu Juan shook her friend’s arm tightly.

Cheng Yi swayed along, voicing her concerns, "I just feel like Keke’s changed lately, so much that I barely recognize her."

"What do you an?" Wu Juan was straightforward; hearing Cheng Yi talk in riddles, she furrowed her brows, staring at her intently, determined to hear a reasonable explanation.