The call was from Zhao Jun. Wu Xu answered the phone sarcastically, "Young Master Jun, have you treated your emotional distress and healed your wounds?"
"Haha, good buddy, you're out now, right? That pockmarked face didn't give you a hard time, did she?" Zhao Jun was thick-skinned, asking with a laugh, not minding Wu Xu's sarcasm at all.
"Pockmarked face?" Wu Xu chuckled and said, "Young Master Jun, no offense, but you've really misjudged this time. Those spots on her face were drawn on. Heh heh, a beautiful swan, and you missed it."
It took a while for the other end of the phone to respond, finally squeezing out an "Shit!"
"Hahaha, regretting now, are you?" Wu Xu laughed heartily.
"Hmph, a woman so scheming must be full of conspiracies. Even if she's a swan, I don't want her! Shit, I've been through a multitude of flowers and I've never been so passive as today, it's so embarrassing."
