Sweat, Eldest Senior Brother, isn't it good to be like this? Tong Wenya wailed in her heart.
A certain someone's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. His eyes were full of warning.
"I've said it before. Those are all in the past. There's nothing else to hang up the phone, right?" Tong Wenya tried her best to speak calmly. She wanted to press the button to hang up again, but was stopped by Chunyu Chen again.
"Tong, I also said that I will not give up on you."
"Mr Chen, why are you not here yet? I'm dead! I'm dead in the tenth round! Kiki shouted.
"Is he in your room?" Soong Chengsi asked.
"Yes. So don't call her again. She has a man now." Chunyu Chen pressed the phone with a cold face and turned it off. He threw the phone to Tong Wenya.
"Hey, it's very rude of you to speak for others."