Jiang Shuya angrily said, every word carrying her disgust towards Huo Jingfeng, which felt like knives stabbing into his heart.
He quickly stepped forward, extended his long arm, and snatched the landline phone out of Jiang Shuya's hand, pressing it to his ear: "Sorry, this lady was joking with you. She's feeling unwell right now, so I ask for your understanding; there's no need for you to come over."
Huo Jingfeng's speech was fast because Jiang Shuya was trying to wrest the phone from him.
And Huo Jingfeng was both avoiding her and trying not to hurt her.
"Give it to me!" Jiang Shuya reached out to grab it back.
But Huo Jingfeng had already hung up the phone and placed it back on the desk: "Shuya, please stop messing around, okay?"
