The electric teapot in the hotel was boiling water. The cold water heated and steamed, and the gurgling sound was a little ear-piercing.
Song Fengwan sat obediently, not daring to look up at Fu Chen at all.
The ringing of the phone broke the silence.
"Third Master, there's a call for you."
"Whose?" Fu Chen narrowed his eyes. Who was calling him at this time?
"The contact name says: Duan Wave." Song Fengwan stared at the phone. Duan Wave? The brother of that young master of the Duan family?
"Help me answer it." Fu Chen had just finished packing the lunch box, and his fingers were stained with oil. He was washing his hands.
Song Fengwan cleared her throat, swiped the phone, and turned on the speakerphone. Before she could speak, the person opposite her started shouting…
"Third Fu, you're really mean. Where did you go so late at night? I couldn't sleep. I ordered barbecue and beer and wanted to chat with you. Aren't you in your room?"
