When Tao Zhiyan saw the message on the screen, his face instantly grew hot.
He tossed his phone aside and ate a few spoonfuls of pudding.
The screen lit up.
[Feng: Butler Tao?]
A minute later, the screen lit up again.
[Feng: Anyone there?]
Tao Zhiyan's eyes curved into a smile.
The eldest young master was so childish.
A little later, the screen lit up again.
[Feng: Turning my phone off. Won't be able to reply.]
Tao Zhiyan picked up his phone with a straight face and replied:
[Peach: Have a safe trip.]
The plane must have taken off. There was no further reply.
Things between them were getting a little ridiculous, almost intoxicating.
Before going to sleep that night, Tao Zhiyan was still reading through their chat history, unable to stop the corners of his mouth from lifting.
When he realized what he was doing, he abruptly tossed his phone aside and buried his head in his pillow.
What was he even doing?
Thinking of himself rereading their messages, Tao Zhiyan buried his head even harder in the pillow.
So stupid.
He should just smother himself.
With no one from the Feng Family at home, Tao Zhiyan naturally slept in the next morning.
He yawned lazily in bed, rubbed his eyes, then opened his phone.
There were a few unread messages.
He tapped them open.
[Sen: [Audio.mp3]]
[Sen: Your Second Young Master said a lot yesterday. I recorded it all. Have a listen.]
Tao Zhiyan instantly sat up straight.
He opened the audio file, only to discover that Lin Yimu had recorded more than two hours for him.
The voices in the recording were indeed Feng Yan and Mr. Ren.
Using Bai Ruan's whereabouts as leverage, Mr. Ren had made Feng Yan agree to a deal.
The deal was