Looking at Nangong Yu's slightly gloomy gaze, Cheng Enshuo was somewhat puzzled.

What did he just do? Why is Ali's husband looking at him like he's an enemy?

However, since Ali had already formally introduced them to each other, he decided to take the initiative.

"Hello, I'm Cheng Enshuo, Ali's senior."

After saying that, Cheng Enshuo extended his right hand to Nangong Yu.

Nangong Yu lowered his eyes, glanced at her lightly, then looked away and said with a slight parting of his thin lips, "Hello, I am Nangong Yu, Ali's husband."

Seeing that Nangong Yu had no intention of helping, Song Yuli had no choice but to speak up and explain on his behalf.

"Senior, I'm sorry, my husband has mysophobia. I apologize."

Hearing this, the dissatisfaction in Cheng Enshuo's heart gradually dissipated.

Cheng Enshuo expressed his understanding.

After all, successful people like Nangong Yu often have a few quirks.

Without making a sound, Cheng Enshuo withdrew his hand. Seeing Stell waving at him from not far away, he looked at Song Yuli apologetically and said, "Excuse me."

After saying that, he left immediately.

After Cheng Enshuo left, Nangong Yu immediately reached out his hand to Song Yuli.

"What's wrong?"

Song Yuli, not understanding why, offered his hand.

Nangong Yu rolled his eyes with a hint of helplessness: "Give me your phone."

Song Yu hesitated for a moment, but still handed the phone to Nangong Yu.

After taking the phone, Nangong Yu opened the phone book and saw Cheng Enshuo's name. He then pursed his lips and blocked Cheng Enshuo's number with displeasure.

Upon seeing this, Song Yuli became anxious: "What are you doing? Give me back my phone."

After saying that, she reached out to grab the phone, but Nangong Yu simply held it up so high that even when Song Yuli stood on tiptoe, she couldn't reach it.

"Nangong Yu, I'm angry!"

Song Yuli looked at Nangong Yu with dissatisfaction.

This person is really going too far.

Seeing that Song Yuli was calling him by his full name, Nangong Yu's face stiffened, and then he looked at Song Yuli with a dark expression: "You actually got angry with me because of another man."

Song Yuli: "..."

He was clearly in the wrong, yet he still got angry with her. I've really learned something new.

Suppressing his inner turmoil, Song Yu said, "He's just my senior. We haven't seen each other for two or three years. What's wrong with me having his phone number?"

Seeing Song Yuli's reaction, Nangong Yu also became somewhat angry: "He's just your senior, but I'm your man. You're laughing and talking with him in front of me. Where do you put me? Don't I have any dignity?"

Song Yuli laughed in anger: "So, you don't trust me, or you don't trust yourself?"

Nangong Yu shook his head: "It's not that I don't trust you, nor that I don't trust myself. I just don't like seeing other men around you, and I especially don't like having other men's names on your phone."

Song Yuli: "..."

"So, according to you, do I have to block and delete all the contact information of my male high school classmates? Is that the only way you'll be satisfied?"

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yu's eyes lit up immediately: "I think what you said makes a lot of sense."

After saying that, Nangong Yu opened Song Yuli's WeChat and QQ, preparing to delete him.

Upon seeing this, Song Yuli couldn't help but call out again, "Nangong Yu!"

This time, Song Yuli's voice was much louder than before, and it also contained a hint of suppressed anger.