A phone call from the Almighty?
Why didn't he call my cell?
Fu Jiu was thinking, and then she realized her phone was off as she touched her pocket.
When she picked up the phone downstairs, Chen Xiaodong and He Honghua stood side by side in a row, exuding an aura of, "We're not trying to pry, just passing by." But they were obviously prying.
Fu Jiu smiled and slid one hand in her pocket, then picked the phone up. "Hello, Brother Mo."
It sounded like the Almighty was outside. You could vaguely hear the background music through the phone. "Have you applied the eye drops yet?"
Fu Jiu paused, because she had forgotten.
Qin Mo still held a cigarette between his fingers. He had come outside the booth to make the call, and frowned after hearing nothing back from the other end.
Someone walked up with a smiling face. "Who are you talking to that's important enough for you to make the call outside?"
