At a presidential suite.
Mu Yazhe listened to the busy tone repeatedly play on his phone as he lay on a sofa. He made three consecutive calls, and all of them were rejected.
He was already filled with pent-up rage.
As for the fourth call he made, it unexpectedly failed to get through.
The fifth call…
The sixth call…
Every time he placed a call, he would hear a voicemail greeting, which was promptly followed by the disconnect tone.
With his handsome features hardening, he stared fixedly at his phone screen and spoke in a solemn tone full of vexation. "What's going on?! Is her phone dead?!"
Min Yu carefully observed his expression and contemplated for a bit before he offered an explanation. "Ehem! Boss, usually, in this situation, it means that your number has been blacklisted!"
"Blacklisted? What does 'blacklisted' mean?" He raised his sight on to him. The tone of his voice was already hinting at danger.
