My Number Is The Same As Yours

"Sir, sir..." A timid voice sounded beside him. "..." Callan Handerson turned around and looked down. It was a homely but well-dressed girl. He frowned and asked unhappily, "What's the matter?" "Well... may I ask if you are No.9? I am No.9." The girl blushed at the moment when Callan turned around. Callan's appearance and temperament were too outstanding. Anyone who had seen him had this kind of reaction. Callan thought about the number in his pocket and shook his head indifferently. "No, I'm not No.9." After that, he put down the cup and went straight to Savannah Lea. Callan pulled out the chair and sat down beside Savannah. The man just now stood up and went to take some food for her. At this time, he was not sitting next to her. "You!" When Savannah saw Callan coming over, she puffed out her cheeks and didn't want to talk to him. Callan looked down along her smooth neck. Although he couldn't see it, he could imagine that... he had just given a few hickeys today! "What are you lookin