"Nothing much…" Qiu Jiahao dragged his tone and spoke, but Ji Haoyu's expression changed. He frowned and asked, "What is it? If you don't say it, I'm hanging up!"
"Don't hang up!" Qiu Jiahao quickly said, "You have to promise that you won't be angry if I tell you."
"Stop wasting time. Hurry up and say it!" Ji Haoyu's patience was nearing its limit, and he urged him impatiently.
On the other end of the phone, Qiu Jiahao's tone froze. After a while, he said in a low voice, "Zhihuan called me."
Beep, beep, beep…
Ji Haoyu hung up directly. Qiu Jiahao was stunned as he held the phone. He thought that his phone had suddenly broken.
"Hello? Hello? Hello?"
Qiu Jiahao was confused by the beeping. This Young Master Ji's temper was too big!
Helpless, Qiu Jiahao took a deep breath. He remembered that Zhihuan had asked him for help on the phone just now. At the risk of offending Ji Haoyu, he gritted his teeth and called back.
