The next day, Lu Qingyi received a call from Yao Meishu.
Sitting in the classroom, she idly toyed with her phone. A slight smirk played across her face as she stared at the illuminated screen, her expression somewhat mocking.
It was surprising that Yao Meishu would call her.
Even without a saved contact, she recognized the number.
Once, she made a note of it, eagerly hoping time and again for this number to call.
But it never did.
"Not picking up?"
The phone rang again and again, and finally, Lu Qingyi answered on the fifth ring. The female voice on the other end was cold.
A simple question had somehow turned into a statement in Yao Meishu's mouth.
"You're right."
Lu Qingyi's finger tapped thoughtlessly on the table. She smirked, exuding irony.
If she knew, why did she call?
"Are you being kept?"
Yao Meishu got straight to the point.
The normally indifferent Yao Meishu sounded angry this time.
Lu Qingyi laughed lightly, "Said by Lu Jiayue?"
Ha, what a joke.
