Ding ring ring!
The telephone in Room 14 on the 647th floor rang.
At this moment, Shang Jianyao was sitting on Jiang Baimian's high-back chair without any reservation. He fidgeted around or spun in the chair at random.
He reached out to pick up the receiver, brought it to his ear, and said eloquently, "Hello, this is the Security Department's Room 14 on the 647th floor. Exact operation teams are confidential. Is there anything?"
On the other end of the line, Jiang Baimian cursed in exasperation and amusement. "You're just making it obvious that you are hiding something!"
"That's right, that's right. You're right." Shang Jianyao readily agreed.
Jiang Baimian didn't waste her breath and restrained her expression. "Then, I'll get to work."