Xi Zelie took the water cup, sipped some water, and moistened his throat.
The tangy sweetness in his throat was suppressed.
His rosy thin lips turned slightly pale, making him look not particularly well.
Right at this moment, his mobile phone suddenly rang.
He didn't have to pick it up himself; a subordinate had already handed it to him. Xi Zelie indifferently accepted the mobile phone, glanced at the incoming calls display, furrowed his eyebrows, paused for a moment, and still answered it, "Hello."
The person on the other end of the mobile phone was silent for more than ten seconds before suddenly speaking, "I originally didn't want to call you. After going back last time, I swore I wouldn't contact you again."
This voice was—Kim Zhiyuan!
