Si Fuqing is not Someone You Can Mess With (1)

Mr. Liu's eyes bulged even larger, his eyeballs tinged with a flush of red.

He stared fixedly at his phone screen, his mind crashing to a standstill. A buzzing sound filled his ears as if his blood were flowing backward through his veins.

The phone rang a few times before being promptly answered.

"Hello?" A deep voice came from the other end. "Is this Little Nine?"

Feng San could no longer contain himself and burst into laughter.

Yu Tang covered her ears and said loudly, "Uncle Nine, I didn't hear anything."

Her Uncle Nine was a man approaching his late twenties; how could her granduncle still call him that?

Si Fuqing cast an annoyed glance at Yu Xiheng.

Damn, why is her boss also stealing her name?

In her sect, she was ranked ninth, so her senior brothers and sisters called her by that number.

Fine, she wouldn't hold it against him since he was her boss.