That night, after the whole family celebrated for her and returned to the hotel, Su Wan received a long-awaited call from Xu Chengyang—
"Mrs. Fu!! Congratulations!! My champion Wan!!"
The young lady probably hadn't seen her for a long time, and now hearing her still energetic voice, Su Wan suddenly felt quite nostalgic for her.
She laughed, "How did you find out so quickly?"
Xu Chengyang snorted twice, "The music news on the web has published it! Your photo with the God is practically making people bleed out! And that interview video..." As she spoke, she suddenly lowered her voice, imitating Fu Weiheng's tone, "She is my wife... Damn, Su exploded!"
Listening to her extravagant mimicry, Su Wan blushed slightly, lightly coughed, and asked, "How about you, how's your competition preparation going? Is it next week?"
Xu Chengyang pursed her lips and paused: "Still... okay, I guess."
Her words were ambiguous, leaving Su Wan puzzled: "What do you mean by 'okay, I guess'?"
