Bigshot Gets Loved By All After Transmigrating Into A Book

They seemed to have acted subconsciously but they quickly realized they had done something wrong and tried to cover up the changes in their expression.

An Yimin forced a smile. "Yu Yu, it's just a small matter. It's nothing serious."

Xun Shaorong chimed in, "That's right. This small matter will be over soon. Wouldn't we just be worrying you for nothing if we told you?"

Jiang Yu did not expose their lame lies. Instead, she asked, "What you mean is that you didn't turn off your phones on purpose. It was because your phones ran out of juice and your phones turned off on their own, right?"

An Yimin nodded. "Yes, yes, yes. That's the reason."

Jiang Yu replied casually, "Then let's charge them first. In this time and age without our phones, life is so inconvenient. I've seen where the charger is. I'll go charge it for you."

An Yimin quickly walked in front of her and blocked her way. "There's no need."

Jiang Yu pretended to be confused and said, "Why not? If someone can't contact you, I'm sure they'll be as worried as I am."

An Yimin pursed his lips and said reluctantly, "We... Don't have anyone that we need to contact. Besides..."

Xun Shaorong continued, "Besides, Uncle An has just been fired from the company, so he's not in a good mood. He needs to be by himself for a while and digest all that has happened. He doesn't want to be disturbed."

There must be something wrong here.

They were trying to stop her, which confirmed Jiang Yu's guess.

There must be something wrong with the phone.

She let out a sigh of relief. "If that's the case, then I'm relieved."

Then, Jiang Yu rubbed her stomach and pouted at Xun Shaorong. "I'm hungry. Can you cook me a bowl of noodles please?"

Xun Shaorong agreed immediately. "Sure, sure, sure. How about I cook you some noodles with minced meat?"

Jiang Yu praised, "I'm sure any noodles you cook will be delicious."

Xun Shaorong went to the kitchen. After a while, Jiang Yu said to An Yimin, "I'm a little thirsty. Can you get me a glass of water please?"

An Yimin went to get Jiang Yu some water.

Then, Jiang Yu walked quickly to the sofa and put the phone in her pocket. When An Yimin came out of the kitchen with a glass of water, Jiang Yu smiled and said, "Can you reach out your hand? I want to read your palm."

An Yimin did not suspect anything. He asked in surprise, "Yu Yu, when did you learn how to read palm line?"

At the same time, he offered up his hand.

Jiang Yu quickly took out the phone from her pocket and pressed it on An Yimin's thumb. The phone was unlocked. She grabbed it, turned around, and walked into the bedroom, locking the door behind her!

An Yimin only reacted when he heard the sound of the door being locked. He slapped his head. It's over!

In the bedroom, Jiang Yu looked at the countless missed calls in the phone record, as well as the hundreds of unread messages in the inbox. Her face turned dark.

The missed calls were all from unknown phone numbers. They came from all over the country, not to mention the texts.

There were hundreds of them. All of them were filled with insults and curses. Some of them were even more vulgar and unsightly. It was as if they wanted to dig out all eighteen generations of An Yimin's ancestors from their graves. They wouldn't be able to rest in peace even though they've died.

Jiang Yu could not imagine how they had felt when they had been facing the incessant ringing of their cell phones and the countless messages filled with rude curses?

She clenched her fists. Her face was as cold as ice but it was as if a fire had ignited in her heart. It burned brighter and brighter, and she wanted nothing more than to immediately burn these human scourges, these scum of humanity.. She wanted to burn them all down.