An Ning had just hung up the phone when it rang again.
"Hello, Assistant Dai, is there anything else that needs to be confirmed?" Mo Ang's assistant is surnamed Dai, and this time she was much better.
On the other end of the phone, there was a few seconds of silence, then a voice said, "It's Mo Ang."
An Ning almost threw the phone away, immediately becoming cold and saying, "What do you want?"
"Why aren't you answering my calls?" Mo Ang asked.
"..." An Ning really wanted to shout, Why should I answer your calls?
But she had said these indifferent, helpless words too many times; she really didn't want to say them again.
"My daughter is sleeping." That's an answer, right? And it's a topic men wouldn't like, not knowing how to continue, right?
It's also a good topic for not speaking to him.
Unexpectedly, Mo Ang was attracted by this topic. "Your daughter is very beautiful, she looks a lot like you!"
"Thank you!"
