"Girlfriend," Yuan Qiaoqing said casually, using a term that made the expressions of those around her subtly shift.
Qiao Yuan nodded and redialed the phone.
It was quickly answered.
Zhao Jun was fuming and ready to lash out at his little celebrity girlfriend.
When the call came in, he answered with an aggressive tone, "What is it? Has your boss, Mr. Ke, decided to apologize? As long as he's sincere and explains this wrongful ban, no need to say more. I'll just go and spend another ten or eighteen million at your company. As long as you cheer me up, it's all good."
Then a sweet, crisp voice came through the phone, "Sorry, Mr. Ke isn't available to apologize. How about I apologize to you?"
If it had been someone else who wasn't very familiar with her, it would have been difficult to detect anything just from the voice.
But Yuan Qiaoqing's voice was quite distinctive.
