Pei Jingchuan's gaze returned to the window, his face devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if the phone call had been nothing more than a trivial breeze.
The same number called again, more insistent, as if to convey some urgent matter.
Pei Jingchuan's brows furrowed once again, his fingers lingered on the screen for a moment, then he calmly slid his finger across the screen, directly adding the number to the blacklist.
The ringing of the phone ceased once more, and this time it was utterly silent.
There was still no trace of emotion on Pei Jingchuan's face, but a flicker of irritation, barely noticeable, crossed his eyes.
Meanwhile, the assistant who was driving, his phone also began to ring.
The assistant's expression instantly tensed, he quickly picked up the phone, a glance at the screen, then his eyes became even more cautious.
He spoke in a low voice, "President Pei, it's a call from your father."
