Su Yin was the first to speak.
However, it was not Qi Jincheng's deep, magnetic voice that answered, but Su Beibei's soft, delicate voice.
"Oh, it's Yinyin, Jincheng isn't here right now because he's busy, why don't you tell me what's on your mind?"
Su Beibei's voice was tender and soft with a hint of provocation. Who in the room didn't understand what that kind of voice implied?
Yinyin's grip on the telephone tightened involuntarily, anger blazing in the depths of her eyes.
Could it be that Qi Jincheng was so anxious to jump into bed with Su Beibei?
Seeing that Yinyin was silent, Su Beibei spoke up again.
"I'm sorry, Yinyin, I didn't intentionally answer your call late. It's just that Jincheng and I were up playing too late last night, so I slept in a bit. Jincheng is in the shower right now. If you have something to say, I can pass on the message, or you can call back later."