Qiao Zhi smiled faintly. "Hello, Xu Mo."
Xu Mo's breath seemed to catch. "Who are you?"
"I'm your fan, Zhi Xinghe," Qiao Zhi said smoothly. She recalled the first time they connected over the mic when she had sent him a "Piece of Starry River" message using her fake Zhi Xinghe account.
There was a pause, heavy and uncertain. Xu Mo's voice grew guarded, almost cold. "How did you get my number?"
Qiao Zhi chuckled softly. "Don't be nervous. I have something I want to ask you. I got your contact information from Manager Li."
Xu Mo was cautious, his voice carrying a clear, guarded tone. "I'm just a small anchor. I don't have much influence. I can't help you. If it's all right, I'll hang up now."
Qiao Zhi's fingers hovered over the phone screen, but she did not hang up. Instead, she calmly said, "Wait."
