"Um, that's me. Who's this?"
The man asked in a faint tone.
"Oh, okay, I got it. Sorry to bother you."
Gao Chenghui lazily responded, making a move to hang up the phone, but suddenly stood up from his chair in utter astonishment and asked, "What did you just say? Who are you?"
"Yes, who exactly are you?"
With a frown, Feng Bolian secretly wondered. His phone number wasn't known to many, and this person must know his identity since he could make the call, but why was he shouting and hollering?
"Ah? You really are?"
Gao Chenghui looked utterly incredulous, exclaiming in surprise again.
"Who exactly are you? If you don't reveal your identity soon, I'm hanging up."
A trace of impatience arose in Feng Bolian's heart along with a hint of displeasure as he spoke.
