"Sorry."
Not wanting to disrupt the integrity of the normal livestream, Ye Wan whispered two words and hung up the phone.
Unexpectedly, the call came through again.
Buzz, buzz buzz.
Hang up.
Buzz buzz buzz.
Hang up again.
The person on the other end of the call persisted for several times before finally giving up with reluctance.
Ye Wan glanced at it, a slight look of surprise on her face.
She felt like she had seen that number somewhere before.
But she just couldn't remember.
Ding-dong.
A real-time pop-up notification appeared at the bottom right corner of Ye Wan's computer.
"Cuizui Crushes Her Fruit: Xiaowan, I'm sorry! I'm truly sorry! Thank you for all the wonderful things you've brought me!"
A very ordinary sentence.
And such private messages, there were thousands lying in Ye Wan's inbox.
Ye Wan's gaze stayed transfixed on that ID.
If she remembered correctly, this ID was…
