His computer screen was on, streams of complex code cascading rapidly downward.
The ringtone kept going.
Finally, like a predator on the move, he flexed his arm and slid his sharply defined fingers across the screen to hit the answer button.
"Hello? Xia Xiyan…" It was still the same distorted, disguised voice, repulsive and vile. "Have you thought it through?"
Ou Jue stared indifferently ahead, his thin lips parted slightly, "You're seeking death."
"Who are you?"
Ou Jue sneered coldly, "Daring to provoke my woman repeatedly, you seem to have real guts, huh?"
"I recognize that voice. You're Ou Jue, the eldest son of the Ou Family, ha! That's right. I'm into Xia Xiyan. Today, she looked so beautiful it kept me up all night. I like her, I want her, I want to make her moan under me. My mouth is mine—I can say whatever I want. What can you do about it?"
