"Yuhua Road's Lin Zhiling'er speaking. Who's this?"
The call connected quickly, and Ma Siyu's lazy voice came through.
Wu Jun said, "This is Guo Fucheng from the Tianyuan Complex."
Ma Siyu said, "Spit it out. But if you're just gonna fart, please don't do it into the phone. I'm allergic. Stink-rejected!"
Wu Jun paused, then said, "Auntie..."
"Hm?" Ma Siyu said impatiently. "Out with it. How much? The second you call me 'Auntie,' I know my wallet is about to get its period."
Wu Jun couldn't be bothered with pleasantries either and got straight to the point. "Whatever you've got. The more, the better. The sooner, the better. It's an emergency."
"'An emergency' again?" Ma Siyu asked. "Did you knock someone up? You couldn't hold it in after I left that night?"
"I held it in. It's not that," Wu Jun said, looking embarrassed. "Just hurry up. No more nonsense, I need it now."
With that, Wu Jun hung up.
Two minutes later, his phone chimed with a transfer notification.
