Murong Qiao called the number included in the email sent by the paparazzi.
As if to show how impatient the person on the other end of the line was, Murong Qiao only heard a few rings from the dial tone before a female voice cut in.
"Hello?" There was an almost imperceptible urgency in the voice.
If it were an ordinary person, their rhythm would definitely have been disrupted by that email.
But the reason why Murong Qiao was Murong Qiao was naturally because she was calm and composed.
Murong Qiao leaned back slightly and let himself lean against the back of the chair leisurely. "Hello, Young Miss Paparazzi."
It sounded respectful, but she addressed her as a paparazzi. But to say that it's a disrespectful form of address…
It was unknown if she was stumped by Murong Qiao's form of address, but the other party was silent for a long time before replying.
