Zhao Xiaoqing's incoming call 2

It's her. Why would she call me?

Leng Xuan touched his nose with his left hand, his face exhibiting indifference as he said, "Oh, what's up?"

Zhao Xiaoqing, who was sitting on a sofa in some makeup shop, felt quite uncomfortable at the sound of such indifferent tone coming from the other end of the phone. What the heck, she was a beauty, after all, reaching out to call him was already quite the favor, and yet he had such an attitude. If it were any other man, wouldn't they be overjoyed? Suppressing a snort, she realized she needed something from him, so she couldn't exactly lose her temper. Purposely making her voice coquettish, she asked, "What are you doing right now?"

Leng Xuan said, "Nothing much."

Zhao Xiaoqing said, "What do you mean by 'nothing much'?"

Leng Xuan found it amusing internally, this girl, what's with trying to make small talk? There must be something fishy. He cut to the chase, "Just spit it out, what do you want?"