Rattlesnake paused visibly, the processed voice crackling with static, inexplicably eerie.
He said with some guilt, "I took a job abroad a while back, so I was held up a bit."
"Hmm," Yu Zhi replied indifferently.
She sat on the toilet lid, absent-mindedly gazing at the frosted glass. "Did you find it?"
"Of course, I sent it to your inbox." Seeing her lack of follow-up, Rattlesnake inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.
If the other party found out that his time abroad was spent in black market racing, he'd likely face a complete fallout.
"No omissions?" Yu Zhi swiped her phone open.
As she clicked into the email, an extremely eye-catching photo immediately caught her eye.
"How could there be? Don't you trust me to handle things?" Rattlesnake clicked his tongue lightly and rolled his eyes internally.
He spoke with detachment, "I really didn't expect that the famous Master Shi had such a miserable childhood."
