At this moment, the phone rang.
This was the first call Lin Zifeng received after turning on his phone upon returning to the country.
Moreover, his phone displayed several missed calls, which instantly made his scalp tingle, all from that little troublemaker named Wang Xiaomin.
During the days he spent in Fusang, his phone was mostly turned off, and since it was a Zhonghai local number, once he went abroad, there was naturally no signal, and calls couldn't go through.
"Who is it?!"
Upon answering the call, Lin Zifeng's tone was extremely cold. He knew perfectly well that it must be Wang Xiaomin on the other end, but given his current mood, he couldn't muster any pleasantries.
"Is this Lin Zifeng?"
A delicate and refined voice came from the other end.
"Sorry, you've got the wrong number," Lin Zifeng said indifferently.
"Wait a second! I didn't dial the wrong number; this is indeed Lin Zifeng's phone!"
Wang Xiaomin said with certainty.
"Then why are you asking who I am?"
