The other end of the phone was still silent.
Anran Mu frowned and glanced at the phone screen, her forehead immediately lined with black lines, "Damn, why did this guy hang up on me?"
He calls up and just asks where I am, then hangs up directly. Is he sick in the head?
Meanwhile, in the Hilton Hotel, Yu Lingqian, who had just hung up the phone, stood quietly on the balcony, his eyes deep with thought.
If he hadn't misheard just now, that little guy sounded like he was crying?
President Yu, somewhat agitated, turned around and went back to lie down in the master bedroom: Could it be true what Shen Muchen that little brat said, was I too rough?
Picking up the phone, Yu Lingqian dialed Lu Feng's number.
"How's the villa looking?"
On the other end of the phone, Lu Feng was standing at the door of the villa, which was already mostly tidy, "Boss, it's all prepped and ready for move-in anytime."
"Mmhmm."
Hanging up the phone, Yu Lingqian finally slowly closed his eyes.
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