Ying Zenan hadn't entered the elevator yet when the door behind him opened, and Ying Jing rushed to his side.
He steadied her.
"Why are you running? You know you shouldn't be moving recklessly now."
Ying Jing pointed at her glaring phone.
Ying Zenan glanced and chuckled.
"Oh, wealthy brother-in-law! Want me to answer the call for you?"
Ying Jing blinked in agreement.
"What's in it for me!"
Ying Jing blinked several times, as if saying, "You tell me."
"How about we skip calling me dad then!"
Ying Jing blinked frantically. No way.
The call, unanswered the first time, soon rang again.
Ying Jing looked at Ying Zenan pleadingly.
Brother, please.
After all, wasn't this because of what happened to him? Ying Zenan took the phone and answered, putting it on speaker.
"Hello!"
The person on the other end didn't seem surprised that Ying Zenan answered.
"Give the phone to Ying Jing."
Wen Fucheng's voice wasn't gentle; it could even be described as cold.
