Su Zhe dialed Zhao Ying's number without intentionally avoiding Su Lu, nor did he move to a corridor or restroom to talk. He simply took a few steps towards the living room sofa, dialed the number, and sat down.
Meanwhile, Su Lu, sitting at the bar, felt somewhat out of place, so she got up and began to tidy up the cups and plates on the counter.
The call was quickly connected.
"Ms. Zhao, this is Su Zhe."
"Ah, hello, hello."
From Zhao Ying's voice, one could detect a subtle hint of servility, almost as if she was trying to please, speaking so cautiously that it seemed she was minding even her breathing.
Who could guess that this was Zhao Ying, the top boss of Beijing's ZS, a powerful businesswoman?
She was just a mother after all.
"I've already mentioned it to Lulu."
Upon hearing this from Su Zhe, the person on the other end of the line held their breath, not to mention their voice.
There was complete silence.