Xicheng raised an eyebrow and glanced at the back of the car, noticing the flickering dim light. He cursed under his breath.
"Moron!"
At the red light, he reached over, fished the still chirping phone out from the crevice of the car seat, swept his gaze over the screen which read "Jo Beauty," and abruptly hung up the call.
The light turned green, and he made a right turn, driving the car towards the lakeside estate where he lived. He parked the car at the porch and was about to get out when,
"I won't answer, I won't answer, I just won't pick up your call..."
The whiny female voice sounded again.
Grabbing the phone once more, he frowned, hung up the call, turned off the phone, and with a flick of his hand... the phone traced a parabola in the air and landed in the trash can at a corner of the porch.
The world was finally quiet!
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