Summary
I picked up a phone call, and the person on the other end said, “Hello. I am the future Crown Prince, your fiancé.”
I asked politely, “May I ask which platform you’re with? Is this for a loan or a brushing scam?”
There was a three-second silence. “…A brushing scam.”
I hung up and immediately reported the number.
The next day, the Crown Prince surrounded my mansion with three thousand elite soldiers.
He stood at the entrance, gritting his teeth. “I am not a scammer.”
“Then what are you doing?” I asked.
“Doing you.”