However, before Xiyan could dial the number.
Xia Shiyi sneered, "Xia Xiyan, don't tell me you're trying to call Ou Jue? At this point, who are you pretending for? I already know—Ou Jue has lost his memory and doesn't remember you anymore. Who are you putting on a show for here?"
"Is that so? Let's see if you're brave enough not to leave. I'll show you what it means to get slapped in the face!" Xiyan had already dialed the number.
Shiyi glanced at the watch on her wrist. "I don't have time to stick around and expose your lies. I've got a job in half an hour, so goodbye."
Her tone was dripping with superiority.
Yang Shurong rolled her eyes at Xiyan as well. "Such a bragger. Shiyi, stop wasting time here. Your status is totally different from some people now. We don't have time to play around with her."
"Mommy, let's go."
The mother and daughter strutted off arrogantly.
Xiyan was on the phone as she stepped forward with two quick strides. "Come back!"
