"It's so unpleasant to hear!" A disdainful voice came from the other end. In the next moment, before he could even think about hanging up the phone, a busy tone came from the other end.
The call was cut off!
impolite!! Siyi roared and slammed the microphone on the floor.
"What's wrong?" Yan si 'er looked suspiciously at si Yi, who had suddenly gone berserk.
Siyi came back to his senses. It's fine! But that old man just now was really annoying. He actually dared to say that my dialect was unpleasant!"
Yan si 'er was embarrassed. It was indeed very unpleasant to hear!
"Sis, what's with that expression?"
"Ah? No, no, no, the dialect is very nice! It's very nice, Yingluo."
***
After watching TV for a while, Siyi went back to her room.
Her small hand that was holding the phone was hesitating whether she should turn it on or not.
In the end, he still turned on his phone.
Suddenly, a phone call came in, and Siyi panicked.
