Fang Mo'er hung up the phone and continued to bury herself in the sea of music arrangement videos.
She soon forgot about the phone call.
"No one can disturb my studies!" She muttered, shaking her legs as she continued to watch the videos, with a pen between her teeth.
If she did not study hard, she would lose her job.
Then, she would be an idle person with nothing to do, except sit on a yacht, shop for clothes, drink afternoon tea, or play mahjong as she wore branded clothes whenever she was bored.
That kind of life was too boring and Fang Mo'er hated the idea of it.
Thus, she had to study hard, she thought, with a flash of determination in her eyes.
However, her phone rang again, and it was that unfamiliar number again.
It was neverending.
Fang Mo'er answered the call again.
The voice on the other end said, "This is Shi Mo."
Fang Mo'er was stunned. It really was her husband.
It had been a misunderstanding.
