Just as the temperature inside the car was rising higher and higher, suddenly, a string of annoying mobile ringtone sounded.
"Ring ring ring..."
Li Beijue originally didn't want to care, but the ringtone had no intention of stopping, persistently disrupting the pleasant atmosphere.
"SHI-T!"
Reluctantly, he had no choice but to let go of Chi Enen unwillingly, picked up the phone and took a glance.
He didn't know who was calling, but when he saw the phone number, his handsome face turned livid, clearly displaying impatience. Yet for some unknown reason, he still answered the phone.
"Speak!"
An imperious impatience of 'spit it out fast'.
Whatever the person on the other side said, his face became increasingly unsightly, eyebrows furrowed tightly as if they could crush a fly, coldly saying, "Is your cerebellum underdeveloped or is your brain simply defective? Asking me such things, are your hands crippled, can't you call customer service?"
