When Huang Qingtian got up to answer the phone, several pillows instantly flew towards him.
One of them even directly hit the back of his head.
Without turning around, Huang Qingtian knew it was some little rascal coming for revenge.
But even that couldn't interrupt Huang Qingtian's focus on answering the phone.
After connecting the call, Huang Qingtian picked up the pillows from the floor and tossed them back onto the bed.
And the little rascal who had vented by hitting him on the head was now sitting obediently back on the bed, fiddling with a little mirror, as if the pillows on the floor had nothing to do with her.
"Caught?" Huang Qingtian glanced at her and then mimicked shooting her with a finger gun.
Upon seeing Huang Qingtian "shoot" her, she clutched her chest and fell down.
Having successfully gotten rid of the minor trouble, Huang Qingtian turned all his attention to the call.
