At noon, in a high-end Western-style restaurant, Gong Beiming had gone to the restroom after ordering.
Chi Xiaoyu sat waiting for the dishes to arrive, idly playing with her phone.
Suddenly, Gong Beiming's phone started ringing.
Chi Xiaoyu looked up and saw that the number was listed under important contacts. She was slightly taken aback, but she answered the call on his behalf.
As his assistant, it was her job to take his calls.
"Hello! May I ask who's speaking?" Chi Xiaoyu asked politely.
"Who are you? Where is Beiming?"
It was the voice of a middle-aged woman, gentle yet sharp... Hearing this voice, for a moment, Chi Xiaoyu felt an inexplicable twinge of fear.
The voice was so familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before, and it made her terribly uncomfortable.
"Who are you? Why don't you speak?"
The voice came through again, snapping Chi Xiaoyu back to reality.