Jiang Yue repeatedly dialed Song Ling's number, but the calls went unanswered. Finally, her phone rang.
Without even glancing at the caller ID, Jiang Yue answered with a pinched, soft voice, "Brother Song Ling, have you finished work? Remember to eat when you're resting."
A cold voice replied, "Miss Jiang, I am Zhao Xuan."
Jiang Yue's expression chilled and her voice turned icy, "Why is it you? Where is Brother Song Ling?"
Zhao Xuan, accustomed to Jiang Yue's swift mood swings, responded indifferently, "President Song is quite busy and has asked me to take care of your matters."
Jiang Yue rolled her eyes, her tone disdainful, "And what exactly can you resolve for me?"
Zhao Xuan felt a pang of annoyance at her tone. Compared to Miss Gu Dai, Jiang Yue was markedly inferior!
Zhao Xuan said, "Miss Jiang, you could try to reach President Song, but I'm not sure he will take your call."
