"When the hell did I say that? Get lost."
Jiang Yueming was scolded, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he frowned and thought, who is this academic genius?
Qin Ci walked to the quiet terrace, and the phone on the other end had already been picked up.
He breathed a sigh of relief, almost imperceptible.
"Qin Ci? It's me, Xie Zhitan."
Qin Ci held the railing of the terrace tightly with his left hand. When he heard his voice, he loosened his hand and then tightened it again.
"Yeah, that idiot Jiang Yueming was the one who killed me just now."
After explaining, Qin Ci closed his eyes and felt like an idiot.
It's just a phone call, what's there to explain?
"I'm sorry I didn't know you weren't in the capital. You go ahead and get busy."
"What?"
At this time, the laughter of two foreign men next to them became louder and louder, and the obscene and vulgar bird language was extremely harsh.
Qin Ci's back stiffened before he understood what Xie Zhitan meant.
He rarely showed any shyness, but his face flushed red instantly when Xie Zhitan misunderstood him.
He covered the microphone and whispered, "I just had a few drinks at the party. I don't know them at all. I'm not one of those slutty bitches."
Xie Zhitan paused for some reason: "You don't have to explain to me. Sorry to bother you."
Qin Ci heard that he was about to hang up and immediately became anxious: "What the hell are you apologizing for? What the hell do you want from me?"
The sound of Xie Zhitan's faint sigh traveled across the vast ocean and into Qin Ci's ears.
He stood on the dim terrace, his tone filled with unconscious grievance and irritability: "This is the first time you've called me on your own initiative. What's the matter?"
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