After hanging up the phone, Quan Tianyou threw his cellphone onto the table. He picked up a wine bottle and glass, filled it with red wine, and downed it in one gulp.
Putting down the glass, he irritably loosened the tie around his neck and casually pulled off his suit jacket, as if only this could alleviate his agitation.
"Tianyou, why did you hang up after just a few words?"
Du Jie saw that Quan Tianyou had clearly called Su Liuying back, but he angrily hung up after just saying a couple of sentences.
"What was there to say?"
Quan Tianyou scoffed, "She just dialed the wrong number!"
He really couldn't understand what was wrong with himself, to even think about explaining the woman who answered the phone to Su Liuying.
"Dialed the wrong number?"
Du Jie chuckled, responding, "Maybe this was her way of softening her attitude, a deliberate excuse?"
