"You dared mess with me? Upset now?"
In such a noisy night, the man's scornful and gloating voice was like a sharp knife, lancing Lin Qian's eardrum. Her acrimony was like a wild animal trapped inside her body, about to burst at any moment.
But she held it in.
When your enemy has just beat you, but you can't retaliate, what should you do?
At the very least, don't give him the impression that he has successfully gotten to you.
Lin Qian stayed silent while holding the phone.
...
On the other end of the line, Chen Zheng was surrounded by debauchery, gripping his phone and smirking.
He was really looking forward to Lin Qian's reaction.
Unexpectedly, the other end remained silent. Not even the noise of breathing could be heard.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of a chuckle. The tone was very light, as though someone was sneering.
And then she hung up the phone.
