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Sheng Xian hung up on Zhuang Chen's call for the third time, leisurely climbed the stairs to the second floor, and strolled along the Japanese-style wooden floor to the end, where he pushed open the door of the private room.
"Damn, playing hide-and-seek with me again—"
As Zhuang Chen's voice, bordering on table-flipping anger, filled the space, Sheng Xian's phone in his pocket vibrated for the fourth time.
This time he didn't ignore it. Leaning against the doorframe, he took out his phone, answered the call, and casually switched on speakerphone.
"Asheng, are you standing me up again—"
No sooner had Zhuang Chen finished his sentence than his voice came from the doorway.
He started, and after a couple of seconds lifted his head with dissatisfaction to address the person in the doorway, "If you're already at the door, why the hell are you still taking the call?"
Sheng Xian walked in, took off his coat, and hung it on the rack nearby.
