"I'm calling Jing Yijun!" Song Lingling said.
With that, she took out her phone and dialed Yijun's number in front of everyone.
"Put it on speaker!" Liu Fengyan shouted.
Everyone else joined in, "That's right, put it on speaker, and turn it up to the max."
Song Lingling shot a cold glance at Liu Fengyan and Song Nuoyu, and turned the speakerphone to maximum volume.
Song Nuoyu narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze fixed intently on Song Lingling's phone. That old man couldn't really be Yijun's dad, could he?
The call went through, and it rang for a long time before the other party picked up.
Once the call connected, everyone fell silent. Song Lingling asked into the phone, "Jing Yijun, where are you? Why haven't I seen you come out?"
"I've been out for a while. There's something at the company I need to handle, I'm on my way there now."
"...." Song Lingling broke into a sweat. "What business does a temp like you have to handle?"
"Why did you call me?"
