Song Yun was calling Luo Badao, but it was Juan Mao who answered.
"Song Yun, you jerk, always calling my dad instead of me, do you even consider me a brother?"
Juan Mao cursed, sounding annoyed.
Song Yun laughed: "You're not a beauty, why should I keep calling you?"
Hearing this, Juan Mao's tone changed, smirking: "Heh heh, from what you're saying, if I were a beauty, you'd call me every day, huh?"
"Not only would I call, I'd video chat with you every day, asking you to do a strip dance for me, hahaha..."
"Ugh, Song Yun, I didn't expect you to have such a strong taste. I'm a guy, that's gross of you."
"You know you're disgusting, so hurry up and hand the phone to your dad."
"Fine, you just like my dad, not me."
After Juan Mao said this, three seconds later, Luo Badao's steady voice came through Song Yun's phone: "Song Yun, you looking for me?"
"Hello, Uncle Luo."
