"Are you going to do it or not!" Zhuo Xiangqiao heard a light chuckle coming from the other end of the line, and a flash of annoyance crossed his face.
Dark clouds seemed to be gathering over the ink slab, with occasional flashes of lightning flickering between them.
He clenched his hand, biting down on his back teeth.
It wasn't that he himself couldn't handle the matter, at most it would just take a little more time!
"If you're not going to do it, then I'll just handle it myself!" Zhuo Xiangqiao spoke through gritted teeth into the phone, his voice ominously cold.
Upon hearing Zhuo Xiangqiao's words, Lin Jinfang turned his face toward the window, clutching his phone with an exceptionally pleased expression on his face.
As long as he could make Zhuo Xiangqiao uncomfortable, he felt exceptionally delighted. The mood that had been soured by some trash instantly recovered, as the saying goes, Zhuo Xiangqiao was truly his treasure for easing his spirits!
