While Feng Yi watched with trepidation, Lin Feng could also sense the pressure by their captain.
Should he remind him that it was his phone — and a new one at that?
But before he could speak, Qin Mo lifted his lids, his voice clear. "Are you so bored that you can gossip in the training room? If so, let's increase the training schedule."
Lin Feng: … Did he just get shot?
"Vice President Feng." Qin Mo pointed towards the photo, his eyes freezing up. "Call this person over."
Yi Feng coughed. "Do I call now?" Since he just confessed, he should be with the girl. If he were to call now, what if he heard the girl's voice?
Qin Mo glanced over silently, which made Feng Yi feel a chill run through him. He hurriedly dialed for Fu Jiu.
Inside a certain building, Fu Jiu was dressed like a delivery boy, she lowered her cap and was about to follow Yang Ming.
But suddenly her phone started ringing.
