After hanging up the phone, Beichuan Si just wanted to rest.
After all, he would need to conserve energy for taking Magong Tong to Shenzhu Village tomorrow, plus his lengthy hike outdoors today had quite naturally left him fatigued.
But before Beichuan Si could lie down, the phone beside him rang again.
"..." Beichuan Si answered the call with a cold expression.
A calm male voice came from the other side:
"Hello? Is this Beichuan Mage?"
"..." Beichuan Si.
That was the voice of Hirasaka Ichiro.
There's an old saying: you can't bite the hand that feeds you. And that's true for everyone, without exception.
However—
Beichuan Mage...
Hiss...
With a subtly ambivalent sentiment, Beichuan Si said in an even tone, "This is Beichuan Si."
"Ah, so it is indeed Beichuan Mage. I'm really sorry to trouble you with that matter last time."
Due to the lack of emphasis in Beichuan Si's tone, Hirasaka Ichiro failed to perceive his thoughts.