Two minutes after Song Xi hung up, Xie Qingci called.
First thing he asked her: "Sister, did someone call just now?"
Isn't that a rhetorical question? If he couldn't reach me, there must be a 'busy line' prompt.
Yu Xia said "hmm" and relaxedly fell back onto the bed, an unconscious smile creeping onto her lips.
"Yeah, guess who it was?"
Xie Qingci: "Someone I know? Song Xi?"
"..." Lame, guessed it in one go, "Yes, it was him."
Xie Qingci's tone was indifferent: "What did he call you for?"
He emphasized the word "him," as if Song Xi was a stray dog trespassing onto his territory.
She said lazily, "What else? Just some nonsense... Oh, he also said Wei Yaoyao knows about us. Do you know about this?"
Wei Yaoyao seems like a blissful airhead, always giggling or sobbing, hardly the type to know that a rich lady's whims... trapped her teammate in her hook.
Xie Qingci wasn't surprised: "I had a guess, but don't worry, he's not Song Xi."
Wei Yaoyao is a smart guy.
