Upon hearing Xiaomiao's words, Feng Qingxue wanted to scratch her face.
Every time the phone rang from the capital, there was always something, either big news or an assignment for Lu Jiang.
The cost of a phone call was high, so unless it was important, very few people were willing to make a call, with the exception of conversations between her and her husband.
Noticing his wife's expression, Lu Jiang smiled faintly. It must be said that a phone was much more convenient for communication than a telegram. Many important messages relied on it, although there were also many matters that couldn't be discussed over the phone to prevent leaks.
"Who's the call from?" Lu Jiang asked Xiaomiao.
