The Darling of Heaven Owns a Rip-off Shop

After hanging up, Zhang Mengfei called again, but Han Ting refused; Zhang Mengfei kept calling, and Han Ting still refused, so Han Ting eventually blocked Zhang Mengfei directly.

Unable to reach Han Ting, Zhang Mengfei turned to call Huang Shiyuan.

Huang Shiyuan frowned, hesitated a moment, but still answered the call.

”Huang Shiyuan, is Han Ting with you? Give her the phone, I have something very important to discuss with her,” Zhang Mengfei’s tone was extremely anxious.

”I’m not with her, I’m outside dealing with something, let’s talk later,” Huang Shiyuan said, hanging up the call and also blocking Zhang Mengfei’s number.

Han Ting and Huang Shiyuan looked at Tianmiao: ”She’s definitely going to call you next.”

”I’ve already blocked her,” Tianmiao smiled, ”I blocked her when she started calling Han Ting.”

”Smart,” Han Ting and Huang Shiyuan said in unison.

”She still doesn’t know that her online partner is already aware of the truth, does she?” Han Ting took a piece of salt and pepper spare rib from Tianmiao’s plate and put it in her mouth.

”She obviously doesn’t know, otherwise why would she ask you to pretend to be her and meet someone? And she won’t even say who it’s for, speaking so vaguely and dismissively. That’s just too much,” Huang Shiyuan snorted coldly, ”Using people like that, is it really okay?”

”Anyway, I’m not agreeing to it, forget it, let’s eat and not think about it anymore. We should definitely not pay attention to her in the future; that scream of hers just shocked me,” Han Ting urged Huang Shiyuan and Tianmiao to keep eating and not think about it further.

Then Han Ting’s phone rang again, this time with the sound of a WeChat voice message.

It was still Zhang Mengfei.

Han Ting kept a straight face, swiftly refused, blocked, and completed the actions all at once.

Huang Shiyuan also picked up her phone, blocked Zhang Mengfei’s WeChat contact, and dissolved the dorm group chat she had formed earlier. Then she created a new one with Han Ting and Huang Shiyuan.

Zhang Mengfei was frantically pacing, it seemed Han Ting wasn’t willing to help her with this favor after all. What could she do now?

The phone rang again; it was a call from Pan Lin.

Zhang Mengfei instinctively hung up immediately, then quickly messaged, ”I’m busy discussing an academic report with my professor, I’ll contact you later, okay?”

Pan Lin didn’t call back or message to urge her.

Feeling uneasy, Zhang Mengfei looked at her phone, constantly wondering how to explain to Pan Lin.

But to her surprise, from noon until evening, she didn’t receive any messages from Pan Lin.

At around nine in the evening, Pan Lin sent a message: ”I went back.”

Zhang Mengfei was surprised to see this message, feeling relieved but also guilty.

”Dear, I was really busy this time; I intended to find you after I finished, but you already went back. Next time I’ll come see you, or let me know in advance if you’re coming, so I can arrange my time,” Zhang Mengfei typed a long message, ”Don’t be mad, okay? Muah, I miss you too. I really want to see you. Let’s meet once the allergy on my face fully recovers; I want to show you my best self.”

Unlike usual, when Pan Lin usually replied to Zhang Mengfei’s messages instantly, this time it took a long while before Pan Lin responded.

And it was only a simple three-word reply.

”No need.”

Zhang Mengfei’s heart instantly panicked, quickly typing a series of words: ”What’s wrong, dear? Did I upset you this time...” After thinking for a moment, Zhang Mengfei didn’t type, instead, she directly dialed the phone.