The phone inside the bag rang loudly, and Charlotte gently tugged on his clothes, indicating for him to let go.
Leandro frowned, slightly dissatisfied, and withdrew.
Charlotte blushed and glanced at him, "It might have been my dad calling."
"..."
She took out her phone and saw the caller ID, which made her pause for a moment.
Dangelo?
What was the point of calling her at this time?
Charlotte glanced at Leandro, and it was evident that Leandro also saw the caller ID.
She felt inexplicably guilty, "I'll take a call."
Charlotte gently pushed him away and walked over to the sofa, leaning against the backrest with her phone in hand. Only then did she answer the call, saying, "Hello, Dangelo?"
A casual male voice came from the phone, "Ms. Bernard."
"Is there something wrong, Mr. Bullo
