Nasha, with her lips pouted higher than an oil bottle, was boredly staring at the door, waiting for Qinghe to come over when her phone rang. Seeing the name displayed on the phone, her eyes suddenly burst into a dazzling brilliance.
"Oh Pava, why haven't you called me for such a long time?" Though she complained, her voice was whiny, with no sign of anger.
Upon hearing this clear and pleasant voice, Pava's heart, which had been hanging, suddenly relaxed. But his brow furrowed slightly as he listened to his little angel's voice. Why did it sound so downcast and listless?
"My little angel, are you okay?" With his syrupy voice, completely different in tone, the underlings who had been bracing for punishment suddenly trembled.
"Pava, Qinghe said she'd come to see me in a while, but she hasn't shown up for so long, and I was just bored when you called. That's great."
Pava, sensing that something was off, asked, "See you? What happened to you?"
