Yue Feng glanced at the incoming call display, seeing it was the same number from not long ago, deliberately pressed mute, and tossed it onto the table, continuing to eat and drink with Zhao Zheng.
Less than a minute later, the phone rang again. Yue Feng glanced at it, muted it again, and tossed it aside.
Zhao Zheng glanced at Yue Feng, "Isn't it that person's call again? Why aren't you answering?"
Yue Feng casually grabbed a tissue to wipe his hands and said, "Let him wait a bit to realize the seriousness of the problem! Otherwise, he'll keep rambling without getting to the point! We're not in a hurry now! Raising such a foolish son, when trouble arises, one should have the awareness to deal with it!"
In the short time that followed, the phone rang three more times, but Yue Feng didn't answer.
After a pause of about five minutes, another unfamiliar local number called.
This time, Yue Feng exchanged glances with Zhao Zheng, answered the phone after more than ten rings.
