Mr. Yan had never compromised on anything in his life.
Now he was furious, of course, he needed to vent on someone.
Knowing that the instigator was probably sleeping like a baby under a quilt, Mr. Yan couldn't contain his rage.
He snatched up the phone, pulled up the call history, and dialed back.
His previous determination to leave her hanging had already completely evaporated.
All he wanted to do was to drag her out and give her a good scolding.
Perhaps it was her way of retaliating, but the phone rang for a long time without being answered.
Just as Mr. Yan was getting impatient and about to throw the phone, the call finally connected.
"Hello... this is..." A nasal, groggy voice seeped into Mr. Yan's ears.
"Zhu! Qian! Ying!"
Mr. Yan growled each word, his voice filled with frustration, as if she was a mortal enemy.
There was a rustling noise from the receiver and then, Zhu Qianying's voice sounded slightly more coherent, "Mr. Yan?"
"Who else could it be?"
