Lu Jihan smiled and gently pinched her cheek, saying, "Don't worry, I'll handle it."
Seeing his laid-back demeanor, Song Yinyin felt even more anxious.
She knew Lu Jihan too well — if he really had a solution, he wouldn't be rushing to the company.
Thinking of this, she became even more worried.
Back in the bedroom, she took out her phone and entered a long string of numbers.
Originally, this number had been blacklisted by her, but now, because of Lu Jihan, she had no choice but to dial it again.
After a moment of hesitation, she finally made the call.
"Beep... beep... beep..."
After a lengthy wait, someone picked up the phone on the other end.
"Yinyin?" Yan Kejun asked uncertainly, disbelief clear in his voice at Song Yinyin calling him.
Previously, Lu Jihan had used her phone to call him back, claiming Song Yinyin had blacklisted his number.
"Yan Kejun, I need to talk to you. Let's arrange a place to meet," Song Yinyin asked candidly, not bothering with small talk.
