In a panic, Wen Ran blurted out, "You… you turn on the speakerphone. Don't say anything after it connects, I'll speak myself, otherwise I'm really too embarrassed."
The man curled his lips, decisively dropping two words: "Deal."
She didn't try to snatch the phone anymore, her eyes full of resentment glaring at him while she silently ground her teeth.
The phone was held firmly in Fu Chenlie's hand.
With a "ding," the phone connected.
Wen Ran watched him activate the speakerphone and push it toward her.
The other party's voice came through first: "Ranran, long time no see, why did you even bother to call back? You could have just replied to me on WeChat."
Hearing this voice, Wen Ran's eyes widened.
It wasn't Zhao Xiuyun?!
It was Zhao Xiuyun's Mom!
Her face instantly became ten times more animated than before as she struggled to organize her thoughts and find her voice after a long while: "Auntie, I... I actually wanted to tell you that Zhao Xiuyun and I actually…"