Mo Weiyi's palms were sweaty. He took a deep breath, then answered the phone, "Master."
Before he could get a word out, he immediately asked for leave. "I'm sorry, I wasn't keeping an eye on where I was walking and I tripped, spraining my left ankle. I might need to take a couple days off."
"..." Silence on the other end of the phone.
"Master?" Mo Weiyi felt anxious, "I'm not faking it to take a leave of absence, I really did sprain my ankle. If you don't believe me, I can take a picture and send it to you."
"..." Still no response.
Then, the call was cut off.
Mo Weiyi promptly took several photos of his swollen ankle that looked like a pig's foot, and sent them to Lu Chenyu via WeChat.
[Master, look. I swear I didn't lie to you.]
He even added a pitiful emoji at the end to sweeten the blow.
After a long while, Lu Chenyu eventually responded, [Are you Lin Daiyu?]
Mo Weiyi: "..."
