She hadn't saved Yuan Zhao's phone number, but luckily, she hadn't blocked him. The record of his call from the other day was still there, so she could call him back.
The call connected, and a young man's clear, cool voice came through, laced with nonchalance. "Well, what brings the great Director Shen to call a little guy like me?"
He still had a knack for getting under her skin.
She let out a laugh. "So, you didn't take care of it. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Are you questioning me?" Yuan Zhao raised an eyebrow in surprise, his voice slow and hazy. "My money doesn't grow on trees. Why would I do something so thankless? Wouldn't you agree? Besides, weren't you the one who said it didn't matter? Why are you turning around and questioning me now?"
The corners of Shen Lang's glamorous eyes tilted up slightly, her laughter carrying a note of undisguised malice. "Do you know what I'm thinking right now?"
