Mo Qianyan's frivolous voice came from the phone.
"Yeah, I'm sick."
Lu Yinfeng rolled her eyes.
"Lu Yinfeng, seeing me in such a sorry state, you must be very satisfied," Mo Qianyan's voice suddenly darkened.
Lu Yinfeng held the phone, her brows furrowed, and after a pause, she chuckled.
"Stop kidding me, how can you be in a sorry state?" Lu Yinfeng spoke, "You're now the general manager of Ruiya Hotel, and you're about to wed your first love... Mo Qianyan, this is your time to bask in glory."
"Heh." Mo Qianyan bit out through his teeth, "Lu Yinfeng, are you mocking me on purpose? Because of you, my uncle fired me..."
For the first time, Lu Yinfeng heard about this and couldn't help showing a schadenfreude expression.
"Mo Qianyan, you brought this upon yourself!" said Lu Yinfeng bluntly.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, so quiet that Lu Yinfeng thought Mo Qianyan had hung up.
She checked, and the phone was still connected.