As soon as the call connected, Ruan Hanmo chuckled and said, "Hey there, Stinky Nephew! It's your Uncle Hanmo."
"You slimy frog, calling for something?"
"Hanmo!"
"Frog!"
"Alright, alright! Frog it is, whatever makes you happy. Who am I to argue when I need your help!" Ruan Hanmo admitted defeat first.
"Haha... This is rare. Our esteemed young Island Master actually needs my help. Say what you need—I'll make sure not to do it!" Jimo Cong's laughter rang through the phone.
Ruan An Yang grabbed her brother's phone in a hurry. "Stinky... I mean, Jimo Cong, it's An Yang. It's me asking for help, not my brother."
"Little Aunt An Yang, haha… this is your first time asking me for something. Go ahead—I'll make sure I handle what's impossible!"
