"Call me Brother Zhiyuan!"
Jiang Zhiyuan suddenly said with a mischievous tone.
"Brother Zhiyuan!"
Qin Mu, looking up at the ceiling, pinched her voice and called out.
She was almost nauseous herself.
But on the other end, they burst out laughing for a while.
Jiang Zhiyuan finally stopped laughing and said, "Don't worry, Xiaomu. Your Brother Zhiyuan has got this covered. I'll send someone over in a bit."
"Okay! Thank you, Mr. Jiang, but please, just a little scare, don't actually kill anyone. That wouldn't be worth it!"
"Rest assured, brother knows how to measure!"
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh again. Mu Yichen looked at his smug expression and sighed helplessly, "Brother Zhiyuan? So, do you plan to have me call you 'brother' as well?"
"I never thought about that!"
Jiang Zhiyuan thought to himself, you're the older one; calling me 'brother' would be jinxing my lifespan, wouldn't it?
