Yi Qinghuan held her phone tightly, speaking each word clearly, pronounced distinctly, fearing anyone might not understand.
Her speech was slow, saying all that needed to be said, with an air of superiority, as if she was kindly offering to adapt the original author's supposedly famous but actually pretentious work, and the other side should feel honored.
However, after she finished speaking, there was a long silence without a response.
Suspiciously, she took the phone down to check, confirmed it was in the call, and put it back.
"Mr. Mo Bai, are you listening?"
"Listening."
Yi Qinghuan froze for a moment, realizing it was a woman's voice, "Are you Mr. Mo Bai's assistant?"
Nan Jiaojiao lazily moved her body, leaned slightly forward, and tapped the speaker, "I'm listening."
Yi Qinghuan quickly looked up, staring incredulously at Nan Jiaojiao sitting at the end, being so shocked, she suddenly stood up, the chair legs making a long shrill sound against the floor.
