Su Ningyan held the phone, completely at a loss when a voice suddenly came through again. She heard a woman named Fang Yimeng gently say, "Mr. Zhuo, it's your phone."
Even through the phone, Ningyan faintly heard Zhuo Junyue's voice saying, 'Who told you to answer my phone?'
After a few seconds, Zhuo Junyue took over, "Hey, wife, what's up?"
Ningyan's mind was a bit blown, caught off guard and unsure how to respond, "Wha…wha… what are you… doing?"
"I'm working."
"Oh, well, stay busy. I won't take much of your time."
Su Ningyan hung up the phone, not daring to say more, fearing she would end up crying.
She shook her head, telling herself it couldn't be as bad as she imagined.
Su Ningyan, you need to trust your uncle. He would never do anything to hurt you.
Yes, she must be misunderstanding, she shouldn't overthink it.
In the spacious and brightly lit office, Zhuo Junyue looked at the phone that had just been disconnected.
