He hadn't wanted to answer, but it was clear that the caller wasn't going to let him off so easily.
No issue if he didn't take the call, there were still Whatsapp video and voice messages—all of which he could pretend not to see, not to mention texts and voice messages.
[Zhou Sinian, don't think you can play dead and my issue tonight will just slip by.]
[I'm telling you, it's not happening in your dreams. I've noted this debt, and I'll make sure to repay you in full with some interest added on.]
[Heard you got cut off by someone, applause, firecrackers, that brother really did a good job; I'll make sure to commend him to my grandpa, grandma, and uncle tomorrow.]
Having forcefully typed the last word, Fu Boyan, sitting in the nanny car, finally revealed a sinister smile.
Yu Ming next to him, upon seeing this, silently shifted his gaze out the car window, ready to adopt an out-of-sight, out-of-mind approach.
