"Cheng Hao."
A crisp voice rang out.
Having just finished a call to his family, Cheng Hao, to no surprise, was thoroughly scolded by his father.
After being thoroughly berated, for the first time, he made no rebuttal. Cheng Hao just held the phone, taking the tirade for nearly half an hour, even the waiter gave him several looks.
Nowadays, a phone call is frighteningly expensive, and so is the call charge—the waiter really hadn't seen anyone so extravagant as to make such a costly call!
If it weren't for Cheng Hao not looking like someone who couldn't afford the phone bill, the waiter would have snatched the phone away long ago.
That clear voice made Cheng Hao, who had been silent for a long time, brighten up instantly, and he excitedly said, "Yaru, I've thought of a way, there will be a turnaround in a few days."
Zou Yaru looked at his smiling face, her lips moving slightly.
