The program team's phone number was in Sun Jikai's contacts.
But he never imagined that one day he would dial this number—let alone to curse someone out and file a complaint. If it weren't for the fact that Jubao Building no longer belonged to him, and he was no longer the young proprietor of Jubao Building but an employee of Taifeng Building—as well as representing Taifeng Building in the competition—he would have thought Jiang Feng was trying to kill him.
The screen of Sun Jikai's phone had already switched to the contact list.
Yet his finger hesitated to press down.
"Go on and dial, if you don't, they might have already gone to sleep," urged Jiang Feng.
With a steely resolve, Sun Jikai pressed down.
Dialing...
"Hello, the number you have dialed is currently busy. Please try again later. Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is busy..."
A familiar voice came through the phone.