Shi Weiqing cast a glance, and his voice suddenly sank, as though laced with icy blades—sharp, unyielding, and chilling: "Tell her, I don't need it."
The waiter froze for a moment, overwhelmed by the aura emanating from him—it was so formidable that the words stuck in his throat, not even a syllable could escape.
He bowed his head and apologized, "Sorry for disturbing you."
But what answered him was a merciless 'bang' sound, carried by a gust of force.
Yu Zhi had heard their conversation crystal clearly. When that exquisite face reappeared on the screen, she instinctively asked, "Who is Miss Bai?"
This question made Shi Weiqing panic for no reason. He straightened his posture, gripping his phone tightly, and the slight upward curve of his peach-shaped eyes now carried a look of seriousness.
"Someone unimportant." The man quickly explained his connection with Bai Shirui as soon as her lips moved.
