"It's me." A male voice came out of the speaker.
Ling Qingyu guessed the caller's identity through his voice but she decided to pretend she didn't know.
Since this guy wanted to talk pretentiously and made a mysterious entrance, Ling Qingyu must thwart his act.
She abhorred these types of people who always behaved from a top-down sentiment and would never give them face.
"Okay, if you want to keep pretending, I'll hang up," Ling Qingyu replied.
"…Wait!" The voice sounded pissed but Ling Qingyu ended the call straightaway. She found Zhao Xiurong throwing a weird glance and shrugging at her secretary.
"A bastard who likes mystery. I give him a small lesson," Ling Qingyu explained her action.
Zhao Xiurong had her mouth twitched from seeing Ling Qingyu's style but nodded and opened the door. A female staff stepped forward and whispered in her ears.
