Qiao Chuchu was fiercely cursing Little Qiangzi in her heart when the phone suddenly rang. Qiao Chuchu jumped in shock and reflexively tossed her phone away. Even after being tossed, the phone kept ringing. Qiao Chuchu took a deep breath, crawled over, and picked up the phone...
The words "Great Demon" were practically a curse at this moment, making Qiao Chuchu's hand feel hot and tremble.
She really didn't want to answer his call, but after a struggle, she picked it up anyway.
Not answering would make it seem like she was afraid of Fu Ziqian. In her twenty-some years of life, Qiao Chuchu had never been afraid of anyone, especially not Fu Ziqian. From the past to the present, she had never been afraid of Fu Ziqian. Her feeling towards him was not fear—it was dislike, dislike, dislike.
Qiao Chuchu took a deep breath: "Hello... It's midnight, can people not sleep? I'm going to sleep. If there's something, let's talk about it tomorrow."
