After breakfast, Nan Qiao sat on the sofa and scrolled through her cell phone. Suddenly, a call came in.
It was an unknown number but she still decided to pick it up.
"Hello?"
A cold female voice came from the phone.
"Hello, are you Nan Qiao? We're from Tsinghua University's admissions office—"
An excited voice came from the other end. Unfortunately, before she could finish speaking, Nan Qiao hung up expressionlessly.
Murong Chen noticed the commotion on Nan Qiao's side, and his gaze left the document in his hand to look at his Little Sister, who was lying leisurely on the sofa.
"Qiaoqiao."
Nan Qiao stretched and curled up comfortably on the sofa with a round pillow in her arms.
Hearing Murong Chen's voice, she replied lazily.
"Nothing. It's probably a scam call."
