"Mm," she hummed, signaling the other person to speak.
"I've got the papers."
"Later," she said, her words brief, never one for unnecessary talk.
Too much talk leads to trouble, especially in such an environment.
A couple of words later, she hung up the phone.
Nobody saw the slight deepening of Jiang Muwan's smile when she picked up this call.
After hanging up, Jiang Muwan glanced at Ji Yanting beside her: "Take a seat, I need to make a call."
Such a scene was common at the card table.
Nobody found it odd.
In the corridor, Jiang Muwan stopped a waiter and asked for a cigarette.
She dialed Fu Jing's number on her phone. The other side seemed to be at home, and Fu Jing didn't answer the first call, simply hanging up.
Standing in the corridor with the phone in her hand, Jiang Muwan waited the length of half a cigarette before the call came through.
