"Are you fucking crazy? Weren't you sent on a mission? What's this about someone wanting to talk to me? Do I look like I take calls from just anyone? What's his name?"
The voice on the other end belonged to an incredibly irritable woman. Even through the phone, it was clear to everyone that she was not someone to be trifled with.
"Still so hot-tempered after all these years. Can't you rein it in a little?" As the man holding the phone stood there, at a loss, Zhou Fan's voice drifted over calmly. He then held out his hand and took the phone from the man.
"Holy shit! Nether King! You're really not dead! Say something! I recognize your voice!" The moment Zhou Fan took the phone, he heard the voice on the other end—after a brief, stunned silence—erupt again, hurried and irritable.
"Not only am I not dead, I'm living quite well. Can't compare to you, though, Wolf Girl. You're bold enough to send people after me now," Zhou Fan said calmly, a smirk playing on his lips.
