Pei Ge was puzzled when her best friend's face turned sullen upon whipping out her handphone.
Who is calling her?
Could it be that boyfriend who has angered her?
As she was making wild guesses, Tang Xiaoyu answered the call.
"Hello, Mao Yu. What's the matter?"
Mao Yu? Er… Why do I find that name familiar?
"Hi, Tang Xiaoyu. I heard you're back in the country." A bright and clear male voice came from the receiver.
"Yes, that's right. Your news network sure is broad." She harrumphed.
"He he! It can't be helped since your boyfriend works for me," Mao Yu chuckled and teased.
"Quickly say what you want to say. Don't waste my time," she irately ordered.
"Aye, you're still as short-tempered as ever. I am your middle-school classmate, so you should at least treat me a little better," he complained.
"I'll hang up if you don't quickly say what you want." Tang Xiaoyu did not give him any face.
