"Cheng Hao."
A clear, ringing voice sounded.
Cheng Hao had just finished calling home, and unsurprisingly, his own father had scolded him fiercely.
He was utterly berated, and for the first time, he didn't argue back; Cheng Hao just gripped the phone, endured a barrage for nearly half an hour, so much so even the waiter glanced his way multiple times.
The phone charges nowadays were astronomical, and the fees even scarier; the waiter had truly never seen anyone so extravagant, making such long calls!
If Cheng Hao hadn't looked like someone who could pay the bill, the waiter would have snatched the phone away long ago.
That crisp voice made Cheng Hao, silent for so long, light up instantly; he said joyfully, "Yaru, I've thought of a way. In a few days, things will turn around."
Zou Yaru looked at his smiling face, her lips moved slightly.
