Zhou Jingyun was just about to answer the call, and he had even thought of how to scold Shao Ying. But just as he was about to pick up the call, he stopped and turned to look at Jiang Tong. His eyes flickered as if he had thought of something fun. "Come, have a seat." He pulled Jiang Tong. As he spoke, he had Jiang Tong sit on his lap, then picked up Shao Ying's call and put it on speaker.
"Zhou Jingyun... cough, cough." Shao Ying's voice came out from the phone. It was very cold and suppressed. She even coughed lightly as she spoke. When she spoke again, her tone was much more relaxed. She said, "Zhou Jingyun, I think I have to explain to you. I heard about what happened today. I didn't arrange it. It was Feng Kun who acted on his own. He misunderstood my intentions..."
