The atmosphere in the room was tense and silent as the hatred in Shi Ze's eyes only gradually subsided after he vented his frustrations. Taking out his phone, he made a call. The first time around, no one picked up. He called for a second time relentlessly. And finally, someone picked up on the third try.
Before the person on the other end could even speak, he barked, "Yan Zi! What are you doing! Why aren't you picking up the phone?"
On the other end, Yan Zi frowned and asked softly, "What happened?"
"Come back immediately!" He hung up right after.
Half an hour later, the door of his room opened from the outside as Yan Zi strode in with a fashionable coat. After entering, she looked at Shi Ze, who was sitting on the sofa, and chuckled out. "What's wrong? Rushing me back all flustered and urgent."
She removed her coat as she spoke.