After hanging up the phone, Ye Qinghao tossed his mobile aside, then slumped onto the sofa, quietly counting in his heart.
1, 2, 3...100, 102...why does ten minutes feel so long?
Ye Qinghao picked up his phone, glanced at it, and only a minute and a half had passed.
He immediately twitched the corner of his mouth.
When working, it always feels like there's not enough time; now, why does it feel so slow?
Lying there bored, staring at the ceiling, he didn't know how long had passed.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
He jumped up immediately, grabbed the phone, and just when he was about to press the answer button, he paused.
Picking up so quickly would make it seem like he was just waiting by the phone; he's not that idle!
But... if he doesn't pick up, given her impatient nature, would she just hang up?
While hesitating for a fraction of a second in his heart, he immediately pressed the answer button.
He coughed, then proactively said, "Report quickly, I'm busy!"
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