Ten minutes later, Qin An'an's phone rang. She answered the call, shot a quick text to Li Xiaotian, and then hurried toward the exit. He Zhunzhi watched her retreating figure, a smile playing on his lips. Where did Qin An'an get the nerve? To sneak around behind Fu Shiting’s back like this. Wasn’t being with Fu Shiting good enough for her? What man out there could possibly compare? He couldn't fat