The electric kettle in the hotel was boiling the water. The cold water was heated and steaming, and the gurgling sound was a little ear-piercing.
Song Fengwan sat obediently, not daring to raise her head to look at Fu Chen at all.
The silence in the room finally broke when his phone rang.
"Third Master, your phone."
"Who's calling?" Fu Chen narrowed his eyes. Who would call me at this hour?
"The caller ID is Duan
"Help me answer it." Fu Chen just finished packing up the meal box, so his fingers were stained with oil, and he was washing his hands.
Song Fengwan cleared her throat, swiped on the phone, and put the call on speaker. Before she could speak, the person on the other end started shouting…
