Liu Zhizhong reached for his phone while saying, "Ah, Mr. Xuan is really concerned, calling again..."
Shi Jing, who had experienced this before, let go and snuggled into Liu Zhizhong's arms, saying, "Let him be, it doesn't matter anymore..."
"Mmm..."
Liu Zhizhong nodded and put the call on speakerphone.
"Mr. Xuan, as you wished, it's done," Liu Zhizhong preempted.
Qian Xuan said, "Damn Support God... It had to be you, impressive indeed!"
"Heh heh, Mr. Xuan, you flatter me. Go to sleep now, have a peaceful sleep. I'm also going to wash up and go to bed."
"Sleep your ass, get up and party!"
With that sudden outburst from Qian Xuan, Liu Zhizhong was taken aback. Party? What the hell? It was late at night.
The Shi Jing in his arms couldn't help but laugh at his baffled expression.
She couldn't resist wrapping her arms around his neck, mouthing silently: Go, better that than him getting angry again.
