"Maybe he and his son have telepathy," Ye Jiuliang said before she couldn't help but laugh herself.
Gu Xinuo, "..."
She just quietly listened to her ramble.
In the meantime, the table had been cleared, and Ji Mingqian had even ordered the waiter to bring over a plate of fruit.
Li Mochan picked up a piece of apple with a fork and handed it to Ye Jiuliang, "Do you want some?"
Ye Jiuliang reached out and took it, barely biting into it when her phone suddenly rang.
Li Mochan leaned over to take her phone and pressed the answer button for her before handing it to her ear.
"Who is this?"
"Master Jiu, the report is out; I'm currently in the hotel lobby," said the man on the other end of the phone.
Ye Jiuliang's cold eyes narrowed slightly as she took the phone, straightened up her body, and announced her room number.
After hanging up the phone, she pursed her lips, her expression uncommonly tense.
"What happened?" Li Mochan took her hand, noticing it was frighteningly cold.
