Wu Yan immediately brought the phone close to his mouth, almost shouting, his voice echoing in the quiet corridor:
"Hey! Qingzi! It's not the pigeons! What do you mean?! Not bragging about such an awesome thing like smashing the Divine Chosen is one thing! But going to Shangjing to participate in the so-called Hidden Dragon Plan, such a big deal, and you don't even give me a heads-up?! Do you really think I'm air? I just ran excitedly up to the 28th floor to find you, only to be told by Sister Duan that you just boarded the plane! This is really too much!!"
His words were delivered extremely fast, filled with the resentment and disbelief of being "abandoned."
On the other end, there was silence for a few seconds, then Fang Qingyu's usual calm, even slightly lazy voice, as if he had just woken up, came through:
"Oh. Forgot."
Only two words.
"Forgot???" Wu Yan's voice suddenly soared eight octaves, almost breaking, "Such a big thing and you tell me you forgot?! Pigeons! You..."
