Changing Tune

The first call wasn't successful. As before, it reached an automated reply.

There wasn't an automated reply for the second call. It was diverted to Nanfeng.

"Hi, this is Fang Zhao's assistant. May I know who…" Nanfeng had already received many calls looking for Fang Zhao during this period and had become well-practiced.

The manager's face turned dark as he snatched the communications device. "I am the person in charge of Fiery Bird's year-end customer gratitude ceremony. Put Fang Zhao on right away!"

Nanfeng's tone became much more serious when he heard that this was Fiery Bird's personnel. He explained, "I'm really sorry, Fang Zhao is—"

"—I'm not listening to that! Put Fang Zhao through!"

"Sorry, he really has no way…"

Beep——

The call hung up even before Nanfeng finished his sentence.