Ning Yichu thought about Shen Jiangqing's repeated provocations, the many incidents at the inheritance competition, and now her private life being exposed. Her tone shifted, carrying a hint of mocking sarcasm as she spoke, "Young Master Mu, you might have misheard. President Li must have been calling for Miss Shen; you should dial her!"
"Xiao Chuchu, I'm not at the age of deafness yet, so don't question my capability."
"Oh, then let's assume you heard clearly, but I'm sorry, I happen to be a pregnant woman now, and I'm not in a position to take care of someone throwing a drunken tantrum."
"Xiao Chuchu…"
"I have some things to take care of here. Goodbye, Young Master Mu, and thanks for your care for Ningning."
Slam!
Once Ning Yichu finished speaking, she decisively hung up the phone. Was she supposed to go over there just to be picked on?