Long Qingqing was practically kicked out—
'Bang!'
The sound of the door closing followed, and Long Qingqing wore a look of embarrassment…
She glared at the now firmly shut door, feeling a surge of anxiety within. After much deliberation, she could only stamp her foot in frustration before angrily turning to leave.
At that moment, inside the room, Long Ziheng had little doubt that after being rejected by him, Long Qingqing would seek help from only two people: one was his father Long Yuda, and the other was his grandmother.
Indeed, not long after Long Qingqing had left, his phone began to ring. On seeing the caller ID, it was indeed from Long Yuda.
Long Ziheng sat immobile on the couch, watching the phone screen gradually darken without making any move to answer it.
The phone paused for a moment before starting to vibrate vigorously again.
This time, Long Ziheng finally answered the call in an unhurried manner—
"Hello?"
"I thought you weren't going to pick up."
