I don't know if it was his sincerity that moved heaven, but the hard-to-contact Xi Ge finally returned his call.
Dong Yi, like grabbing a lifeline, rapidly picked up the call and started to complain incessantly like a machine gun: "Xi Ge, you finally got in touch. Do you know, this Miss Song is really tough to handle. In less than two hours, she got all our staff mixed up. Not only mixed up, but everyone started calling her all sorts of 'Sister Man' this and 'Sister Man' that, and in the afternoon someone even got her a coffee... Even Xiaozhang at the cashier said he'd take Miss Song to stay at his home tonight... What's more ridiculous, she even started a video conference in our store..."
"Get to the point." Xi Ge's voice from the other side of the phone sounded a bit hoarse, as if he had just woken up.
"Didn't I get to the point? I texted you already..."
"You sent over a hundred texts, who the hell has time to look at them one by one?"
