The voice was familiar to his sense of hearing, and if he had a choice, he would rather not hear that voice anymore for the rest of his life.
The grip on his phone tightened as he gulped his saliva roughly.
"I will call you later, Felice."
"Huh? But I haven't finished my―"
Tut tut tut.
The female manager couldn't even finish her speech because Azren had hung up the phone call. He knew that it wasn't polite, and he probably would get a scold or two from the pink-haired manager later, but he could care less as he slipped his phone back into his pants pocket.
He then turned his body around, and a pair of green eyes met blue eyes right away. Michy was glaring at him, and it was beyond dangerous. It looked like a fierce shark was targeting a small anchovy in the sea.
