Feeling Wu Xiaoshan's movement, Yang Zishan was initially stunned, but soon she closed her eyes.
Just as the two were about to stage a drama, suddenly, an inopportune ringtone sounded.
Wu Xiaoshan frowned, pulled out his phone to look, and found it was an unfamiliar number.
After instinctively hanging up, he was about to continue, only to have the caller ring again.
"Who is this?" Wu Xiaoshan reluctantly answered, his voice laced with displeasure.
"Mr. Wu, hello, this is Xiang Yanan. I hope I'm not disturbing you?" Sensing the dissatisfaction in Wu Xiaoshan's tone, Xiang Yanan immediately asked with an apologetic tone.
Xiang Yanan?
Wu Xiaoshan paused, instantly remembering the chairwoman of the food festival's judging committee.
He withdrew his hand and cleared his throat, saying, "So it's Chairman Xiang. I was in the middle of something just now, sorry about that. By the way, do you need something from me this late?"
