The urgent ringtone finally pulled Nie Yixiao's mind back.
He lifted himself from the woman, gasped heavily a few times, and looked visibly frustrated.
Because of that brat, he had completely lost control of his emotions and casually found a woman to try to suppress his irritation.
Clenching his teeth, he slapped his own face several times, turned over and got off the bed, walking to the coffee table.
Picking up a glass of ice water, he gulped it down, then answered his phone to hear Jiayi's voice:
"Brother Yixiao, is Miss Qiao still with you?"
Hearing Jiayi's voice, his mood calmed: "She left earlier. What's wrong?"
"It's past dinnertime, and she still hasn't returned. I tried calling her, but she didn't answer. I'm worried something might have happened." Jiayi's tone became more uneasy upon hearing that Qiao Yongyong had already left Nie Yixiao's apartment.
"Don't worry. She probably stopped somewhere to play. She's always been thoughtless like that."
