The phone rang at least a dozen times before being cut off on the other end. Gu Yu's brows rose. Without any hesitation, he dialed the same number again.
This time around, the call was cut off after three rings.
Gu Yu pulled his lips into a thin line. He scoffed in disbelief and his slender fingers dialed the number yet again, making the call for the third time.
Finally, the other side answered. Xu Shuai huffed and puffed into the receiver—his annoyance and resentment were palpable. "Who is this? If you don't have a good reason for calling me at this hour, I'll blow your goddamn head off!"
Gu Yu lifted his lips lazily and answered with a monosyllable, "Yeah?"
"…"
In a tone that was reeking with faux-courtesy, Gu Yu even asked, "May I ask what reason you think I should give you?"