Tang Yuzhou sneered, "Su Jia, your son caused me fifty million in losses, what's wrong with me making a call using his phone?"
"..."
Seeing her not speaking, he sarcastically asked, "Isn't it just a long-distance call charge? You don't have to be so stingy, right?"
Moreover, does she know his loss is thousands of times the long-distance phone charge?
"Don't give me that nonsense. You know that's not what I mean!" Su Jia frowned, growing increasingly irritated with his childishness.
She couldn't be bothered to think about these trivial matters; her biggest concern was how to explain if Lu Yanhe actually saw the word "darling."
"Actually, I truly don't know what you mean," Tang Yuzhou's demeanor was unusually strange, "I only know I'm close to being driven insane by your son."
"You have to endure it for a while." Su Jia was a bit impatient, "Hold on for a few days until I get back to fetch him, then you'll be relieved."
