Tang Xinrou glared at him with frustration as she called his name for the first time.
"Yan Ruoyang, shut up! You talk so much. In a minute, even the gods won't be able to save you..."
"Phwoar, what a big call..."
Yan Ruoyang held his head and grinned. "I'll be waiting."
Just as his arrogant voice fell, a lazy, raspy, and clearly amused voice sounded from Song Yaoyao's phone, "Hello? Big Bro, didn't you go to the bathroom with Tang Xinrou? Did she fall into the toilet so—"
"F*ck, Shen Xun! You're the one that fell into a toilet. Your entire family fell into a toilet!" Tang Xinrou rolled her eyes and stomped her feet in anger as she roared into the phone.
"Tch..." Shen Xun rubbed his face. "What a sarcastic tone."
Tang Xinrou gritted her teeth. "Shen Xun, you just wait."
"I don't want to talk to you. I want to talk to my Big Bro. Song Yaoyao, what's wrong?"
