There was silence in the room. The Empress was so angry that she laughed.
Unfortunately, the person on the other end had no intention of communicating with her anymore. She only heard the sound of static coming from the cell phone.
Qiao Nian had already hung up.
**
"Who just called?"
Returning from a call, Ye Wangchuan saw the girl exuding an inextinguishable hostility as she sat outside the open-air cafe holding her cell phone.
He pushed the glass of juice in front of him to the girl and, without batting an eyelid, said in a low voice, "Drink the sweet juice. You'll feel better."
Qiao Nian looked at the juice, picked it up, bit the straw, and took a sip. Her expression softened, and she lowered her eyes. "She called me."
"Who called you?"
Ye Wangchuan noticed her frustrated expression and roughly guessed who it was. "What did she say to you?"
