"This is Xiaonan's phone," Xiaowei said excitedly, "Could Boss Ye already know about Xiaonan's situation?"
"Impossible, even if the president knew, how could he possibly care about an ordinary employee's affairs?" Lao Ma took the phone, "It must be Nan Zhifeng being vain, deliberately saving the boss's name under her friends' contacts."
As he spoke, he answered the call and turned on the speaker...
This was the VIP box area, and the voice on the phone could be heard clearly in the hallway.
"What time is it? Why haven't you come home yet?"
Ye Zhantian's voice came from the other end, carrying a tone of displeasure.
Lao Ma was so scared that he shuddered, almost dropping the phone.
"Nan Zhifeng?"
Ye Zhantian on the other end sensed something was off—the music in the background, the DJ's rhythmic beats, along with an odd response.
"Where are you?"
Ye Zhantian asked again.
"Boss Ye, we're at..."
