Just as I was about to ask her, I heard Luo Shimiao say, "What were the last two digits again? 85? 73? Never mind, I can't remember, I won't type it."

Xiao Lü rolled her eyes: "If Xiao Niannian knew you couldn't remember his number, she'd probably get angry again."

"Hey, who remembers phone numbers these days? We just save them in our phones and add a note, that's it. We're not elementary school students anymore."

Yao Bin and Lai Meiqi: "..." It seems they don't remember the phone number.

"Let me ask you a quick question, Yao Bin: If your girlfriend didn't remember your number, would you be angry?" Lai Meiqi asked.

He nodded seriously: "Yes! If she can't even remember an 11-digit number, it means she doesn't care about me enough, and she doesn't love me enough!"

"So what would you do?"

"I'll keep repeating my phone number in her ear until she memorizes it!"

"Well done... beautifully." She thought he was going to say goodbye.

Luo Shimiao explained, "I care about him a lot and love him very much. Just because I didn't remember a phone number doesn't mean I don't love him. That's a big deal."

The two men smiled at her without saying a word.

Oh no, if even Yao Bin thinks so, that stingy guy's anger will only increase, not decrease.

During the two minutes that Luo Shimiao was deep in thought, the two of them watched as if they were watching a face-changing performance.

Seeing that she showed no signs of pulling herself out of her little world, Lai Meiqi refrained from reminding her, "Shi Miao, shouldn't we go out now?"

"Oh, okay." Luo Shimiao snapped out of her reverie.

She had just thought about all the possible behaviors Gu Nian might do when he was angry, and came up with countermeasures for each of them.

"You don't need to worry too much. Just don't let him know. Remember the number so this won't happen again."

She tried her best to control her voice: "You want a next time?!"

"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue."

Luo Shimiao put his phone in his pocket, picked up his coat from the ground, and tossed it to Lai Meiqi.

"Let's go!"

"good!"

He opened the door, then, remembering there was another person in the room, he said without turning around, "Stay here. If I find out you've run away, hehe."

Hiding under the covers to minimize his presence, He Yong shuddered when he heard that cold laugh.

"Boss... Boss, look!" the underling exclaimed in surprise when he saw the three men dressed neatly with the tape and ropes all untied.

Zhu Wengao looked in the direction he pointed and narrowed his eyes when he saw Luo Shimiao, who had his hands in his pockets and looked relaxed: "Get your weapons, don't let them get away!"

The kidnappers spread out and approached them with daggers and long knives.

Luo Shimiao took his right hand out of the warm pocket of his coat, along with a black pistol. He twirled the pistol with his index finger, a carefree smile on his lips.

"Sorry, we have guys too."

Zhu Wen, holding a long sword, said, "What's the use of a gun? Do you even know how to use it?"

"I saw a revelation from an insider in the industry. He said that all your amazing performances on variety shows were fake. Everyone was just trying to create an invincible persona for you."

"Your sharp tongue is real, but everything else is fake. All in all, you're just a rich second-generation heir with a bit of money in your family, spoiled and willful, but good-looking."

"Actually, you don't know anything. You're just putting on a brave face and trying to fool us with your superb acting skills."

Luo Shimiao stopped turning the pistol: "Did you hear that? He said my family is rich, I'm good-looking, and I'm a good actor!"

"......" You are good at extracting keywords.

Zhu Wengao: "Hands over and squats down, don't struggle. We are all rough men. If we accidentally scratch your faces while chasing you, your careers may be ruined."

“I hate those self-proclaimed insiders who leak information the most,” Lai Meiqi said, half of her body hidden behind Luo Shimiao as she watched the kidnappers slowly approach. “Those people seem to know everything as if they were hiding under my bed.”

The sound of guns being cocked was especially noticeable in the warehouse.

Luo Shimiao, holding a gun, stood tall and cold, and fired a shot at Zhu Wengao's long sword.

Gunshots and the sharp crack of a knife breaking rang out.

The sound stopped them in their tracks, and they stared blankly at the knife broken in two.

"Boss, this..."

Zhu Wengao's eyes flickered, and the numbness in his hand made him feel flustered.

Just then, my pocket phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID made him even more anxious, and he hurriedly asked, "Is something wrong outside?"

"Boss, there's one car, no, two cars, no..."

He interrupted impatiently: "How many are there exactly?"

"Boss, don't worry about how many there are, get out of here, cops!"

The sound of howling wind mixed with the wailing of sirens came through the receiver, and the call ended after a few seconds.

"Damn it, get in the car!" Zhu Wengao put down the broken knife in his hand and turned around.

Luo Shimiao sneered and said, "None of you will escape today!"