The call connected quickly. Before the other person could even speak, Cheng Yu blurted out impatiently, "I have to confirm you're Lu Xize."
The person on the other end was silent for two seconds. Then, a familiar, indifferent voice that Cheng Yu knew well came through: "Hello, this is Lu Xize."
"Holy crap, it really is you?"
"What is it?"
"Nothing, I just thought your account got hacked."
"It didn't. I'm hanging up."
"I—"
Cheng Yu wanted to say something more, but the line was already filled with the busy signal. He almost suffocated from holding his breath in frustration.
Lu Xize. That was definitely Lu Xize. He had sounded so normal when he answered the phone, but…
Cheng Yu pulled up the message and read it again. He couldn't help but picture Lu Xize's ice-cold face, uttering the words "watching Yaoyao eat" in his cool, indifferent voice.
At that, Cheng Yu burst out laughing, collapsing onto the sofa.
'The mental image is too much. I can't bear it.'
