Qiao Yiyi held her breath nervously after making the request, not daring to say another word.
The silence on the other end of the line was imposing and oppressing. She could hardly breathe now.
After a while, an almost aristocratic voice came through the line. The voice spoke unhurriedly and exuded a sort of demonic charm that was evident, despite the fact that he said only two words, "I'm busy."
Qiao Yiyi panicked, she sounded as though she was ready to cry with desperation, "Second Brother, I was bullied again today. Someone hit me and everyone in the filming crew laughed at me. When will you have some time?"
The voice on the other end gave a sneer and said, "I never have any time."
Qiao Yiyi bit her lip, knowing that he was going to disconnect the line any time now.
Knowing how he was, she realized that if he hung up and she tried to call again, it would anger him for sure.
