"Then I'll answer for you." Ling Chuan took her phone.
"Ling Chuan!" An Ziqing instinctively tried to grab it back.
But Ling Chuan had already picked up the call.
There was no sound on the other end.
Ling Chuan also kept silent.
But both already knew who it was.
"Young Master Ling?" The voice on the other end carried mockery, as if unsurprised, and said politely, "Please let Qingqing answer the phone! I have something to say to her."
"What is it, what do you want this time, just tell me directly."
"Young Master Ling is too polite. What could I possibly ask from you? It's just that Xiaoqing hasn't been home for a long time, I miss her, and I want to ask when she's coming back." Jia Luo's voice held a smile.
"Home? Where do you mean? I heard Chief Jia Luo is still in the country! Aren't you afraid my people will find you?"
