The call to settle the account came so quickly…
Ning Xia rolled out of bed, sat cross-legged on top of it, raised her hands and slowly pressed them down. After exhaling a breath, she picked up her mobile phone and lightly tapped the answer button.
She weakly started, "Hello, Young Master Bo…"
The male voice on the other end was cool and detached, "What did you call me? Hm?"
That "Hm?" with a slightly rising tone at the end brought a heavy sense of oppression crashing down on Ning Xia. She couldn't help but swallow nervously, her heart beating wildly.
She licked her dry lips, her voice even weaker, "I, I called you Young Master Bo…"
"Oh? Am I not your godfather?"
"Ah… haha." Ning Xia let out a dry laugh to mask her unease, her dark eyes spinning as she weighed her words, "Young Master Bo, that was just to deal with the reporters. Don't take it seriously~ Besides, I'm not fortunate enough to have someone like you as my 'dad'."
The man seemed to chuckle lightly, or perhaps not.
