As Tang Yuansi urged him on, the assistant took a glance at Yu Yuehan and only picked up the call carefully when he saw that he did not speak.
"Nian, Miss Nian, good morning." Tang Yuansi wished so badly that he could send the assistant a slap on his face the moment he opened his mouth.
The sun has already set, morning my foot!
This person didn't even know how to speak when he felt guilty.
He nearly spilled the beans the moment he opened his mouth and spoke.
The assistant realized what he had said and nearly sobbed at his stupidity.
He held onto the cell phone on loudspeaker mode, as if holding onto a photo of his ancestor and was only short of kneeling down before it.
Nian Xiaomu, who was on the other end of the phone, seemed to be shocked by the good morning greeting as she said nothing for a few seconds and did not reply to him.
