Liang Lei's number appeared on the phone, each ring sounding like a death sentence striking Lin Hanrui's forehead.
He thought to himself, maybe she wasn't satisfied with cursing him on WeChat, and now she was calling to continue the scolding?
At least she was acknowledging him. Being cursed was better than getting the silent treatment.
Just a second before answering, he saw the message on WeChat synced with his computer—
north: I told you, think about her until you cry, and get yourself in the mood.
"Lin Hanrui." Liang Lei's aggressive voice came through the receiver.
Lin Hanrui immediately switched to a sobbing voice, "Huh?"
"..."
Hearing the heavy nasal sound, Liang Lei paused, suspiciously asking, "What's wrong with you?"
Her softer tone indicated that there was hope.
Lin Hanrui seized the opportunity, sniffed, and portrayed a facade of toughness, "…Nothing much."
Liang Lei thought he was overacting, both old foxes, don't perform a ghost story in front of her.