Lu Yanhe put down the mouse, picked up her phone, but after seeing the name displayed on the screen, his previously raised lips gradually turned cold.
The phone rang for a long time, and Su Jia also noticed something was off.
Considering the caller might be Tang Yuzhou, the stone in her heart immediately hovered again.
She secretly glanced at Lu Yanhe from the corner of her eye, seeing through his thoughts completely.
Su Jia put down the report in her hand and leaned over.
She took the phone from Lu Yanhe's hand, then returned to her original place, lazily leaning against the headboard, ensuring there was some distance between them.
If not, once she picked up the phone, who knows what irrelevant things that bastard Tang Yuzhou would say.
Rarely were things calm and unruffled between them now, and she hoped there wouldn't be any disruptions at such a critical moment.
If that happened, all the effort spent during these days would be in vain, she would truly be infuriated.
