Two unanswered calls in a row made Su Jianqiang start to doubt himself. "Logically, he should know who I am. Why isn't he answering?" he murmured. After a moment's hesitation, he took a deep breath and decided to try again, his finger firmly pressing the redial button.
The ringtone echoed, seeming to drag on longer than usual and nearly reaching the point of an automatic hang-up. Just as it was about to cut off, the other party finally answered. But the voice that came through was Wang Doudou's, clearly impatient and laced with anger. "Who is this? It's the middle of the night! Are you looking to die?!"
Damn it. I forgot Young Master Wang is abroad—there's a time difference. It's three in the afternoon here, which is prime sleeping time where he is. No wonder he didn't answer before.
