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That being said, Yves King's mood did also take a nosedive upon receiving such a call. He even felt slightly nauseous. After all, he was cuddling a sleeping beauty in his arms. Then, out of nowhere came this strange mistimed call with the caller shouting 'baby', without even asking who he was. It was no wonder his mood was ruined.
If that old man had been in front of him, he might have kicked him first before saying anything.
"Sorry, sorry, wrong number, wrong number." The voice on the other end of the line instantly became serious and started apologizing repeatedly.
"Forget it, just be more careful next time." Just as Yves King was about to hang up, he suddenly noticed something was off. It was a white cell phone. Of course, he would never stoop so low as to use a white cell phone. So, naturally, this must be Faye Owen's phone.
