Qiao Jingxue's toes went weak, and she nearly collapsed onto the ground.
The phone in Zhou Jingwei's hand suddenly rang, shattering the almost stagnant atmosphere.
He took out his mobile phone to look, and the incoming call was from Zhou Siheng.
Zhou Jingwei placed the phone in front of Qiao Jingxue, the corners of his lips carrying a faint sneer, his downcast eyes emanating a trace of indifferent chill: "It's your husband's call."
The emphasis on the word "husband" was heavy, an unmistakable warning.
Qiao Jingxue's lips turned white from biting them, her face showing weakness and an attempt to curry favor: "Big brother, can you not tell Siheng?"
Her expression was so tense it seemed she would burst into tears if Zhou Jingwei did not agree.
The latter watched her for a long while, and in her almost pleading gaze, he hung up the call and coldly spat out a word: "Scram."
