Lixiang couldn't listen anymore, indifferent, "I'm tired, hanging up."
There, Xue Baoyi jumped up from the boss chair, "Wait!" He sneezed and sniffed, "Are you sick? Why does your voice sound off?"
Seriously, asking me this? Who caused it?!
Lixiang immediately hung up his call, pulled out the spare phone from the drawer, uninstalled the games, and blocked WeChat!
Still not feeling relieved, she kicked the quilt and screamed, "Damn it! Aaahhhhh!!"
Her scream would have lit up all the sound-controlled lights in the neighborhood.
Mr. Fang, thinking something serious had happened, didn't even put down the spring onion he was holding and hurried over to ask, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Lixiang looked up, her eyes red and teary, "Mr. Fang."
Frightened by her state, he quickly threw away the spring onion, "What's wrong, my girl?"
It was better not to have asked, for as soon as he did, she couldn't hold back and tears started to fall.
