Three minutes later, Li Yan dialed Guan Ziyi's number again, and it had already been received by Yu Mocheng.
Yu Mocheng hadn't heard Li Yan's voice for a long time, and he was unusually excited: "Old Seventh, you're still alive, huh!"
"Damn it, even if you died, I wouldn't!" Li Yan chuckled and cursed. Of course, Old Yu wasn't cursing him; it was just a joke. In fact, Yu Mocheng's personality is rather steady, the type who speaks little but acts keenly. Only close brothers and friends can joke like this.
"How's it been? Just heard from Guan Ziyi that you settled Queen?" Yu Mocheng rarely continued to joke.
"Hey, tell Guan Ziyi in a while!"
"Wow! Really? Ignoring old brothers for favoritism?"
"Speak up, what's the matter? You wouldn't visit me without a reason, I haven't seen you asking me out for a drink even on my two-year vacation."
