Listening to the "beep beep" of the dial tone, Ou Lan gazed at Baili Mu's retreating back, still feeling as if she were in a dream.
She couldn't believe that Baili Mu had actually accepted her interview invitation; she had thought it would take a prolonged siege of persistent persuasion.
She also couldn't believe how gentle Baili Mu was toward her.
So much so that after hanging up the phone, she remained staring at his back, unable to snap out of it for a long time.
Lin Ziran poked her again, "Ou Xiaolan?"
"Huh?" Ou Lan suddenly came back to her senses, blinked her eyes, and regained her spirit, "What's up?"
Lin Ziran looked at her strangely, "What's up, did you lose your soul?"
Ou Lan scratched her neck sheepishly, "I did lose it, Prince Mu took it away."
At this, Lin Ziran suddenly got excited again, "Ou Lan, was that really Prince Mu on the phone just now?"
