It was the last call she wanted to answer.
"Su Cheng, what more do you want? I am not going to join your company. I do not want to be a star! Perish that thought!" Lu Zhaoyang shouted as soon as she picked up the phone.
"Beauty, you have a bad temper. How hard did Brother Ting screw you last night? You guys were so passionate, eh?"
Lu Zhaoyang was convinced that Su Cheng was a jerk; he was one of those good-looking guys that she wanted to give a slap on the face.
'I am hanging up!"
She didn't want to say much. She could land herself into trouble if Su Cheng's phone was tapped.
"Your temper is more and more like your brother. I have told you not to emulate him." Su Cheng sat in front of the computer leisurely with footage of last night's concert playing on the computer.
"Yeah, he asked me to ignore you." Lu Zhaoyang had work to do. She had no time to entertain him and was about to hang up.