Yue Tingfeng's voice was exceedingly calm and completely devoid of any undulation. He was as calm as a cup of water that was left to cool. Even his expressions were calm too, and the only thing revealing his true frame of mind was the bulging green veins at the back of his hand.
Yan Qingsi!
Helan Fangnian!
The combination of those two words rang one after the other in his mind, dealing multiple blows to his mental state.
He did not even have the mood to listen to what Helan Fangnian was saying.
After regaining his composure, he asked, "What was that? The line wasn't good just now. I couldn't hear clearly."
Helan Fangnian asked again. "Tingfeng, you really don't know her?"
He was beginning to doubt it when Yue Tingfeng chuckled. "Of course I don't. Why should I pay attention to a celebrity? Those that I know are from the front lines. Who is she anyway?"
