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Song Jiayin did not dare to answer Wu Zihao's call, but Gong Yichen dared to.

He had seen Song Jiayin's cowardly look. As for what kind of person his nephew Wu Zihao was, he knew his limits.

Without saying a word, Gong Yichen picked up Song Jiayin's phone and pressed the answer button without hesitation.

Right after he picked up the call, Wu Zihao's angry voice sounded from the other side of the phone, as he scolded Song Jiayin loudly: "Hey, Song Jiayin, you finally picked up my phone? You sure are playing the big cards! "

Song Jiayin originally wanted to stop Gong Yichen, but when she heard Wu Zihao's tone, she immediately retracted her hand, and lightly pursed her lips without saying anything.

Wu Zihao's arrogant look in Gong Yichen's eyes was just a brat who had not even dried up yet. He did not say anything, and wanted to see what kind of tricks he could come up with.

Since he did not receive a reply, Wu Zihao's voice grew even louder, as if he was afraid that the person beside him would not hear, and said: "What's wrong, Song Jiayin? You don't even dare to reply to me? Let me tell you, it's useless for you to act dumb for me. Why haven't you sent me my design? Do you not want to do it? "

Hearing this, Gong Yichen frowned.

It seems that my nephew really likes doing private things. To brazenly bully his aunt like this, don't you feel even the slightest bit of guilt? This brat needed to be taught a good lesson.

Just as Gong Yichen was thinking of this, he cleared his throat and slowly said: "Zi Hao, are you really free these days?"

"Huh?" Wu Zihao instantly thought that he was hearing things.

He moved the phone away from his ears, placed it in front of his eyes and checked again. After confirming that he had dialed Song Jiayin's number, he replied in a daze, "N-no …"

If he hadn't misheard, this voice... Could it be his uncle Gong Yichen?

Thinking about that cold yet mysterious uncle of his, Wu Zihao couldn't help but feel a little afraid. He swallowed his saliva and asked tentatively, "Ye-yes, uncle?"

"Yes." Gong Yichen raised his chin slightly. If Wu Zihao was in front of him now, he could only raise his head and look down at him.

Gong Yichen paused for a moment, and then added, "Zi Hao, are you going to start your internship soon?"

The word internship shook Wu Zihao, and he, whose mind was in a mess, instantly became clear-headed, as if this was a booster.

He nodded quickly and tightened his grip on the phone. "Yes, Uncle."

Wu Zihao looked around, thought for a while, and explained: "Uncle, it was actually a misunderstanding. Song Jiayin was too heartless, I only slept with that woman for one night, and she wanted to break up with me …"

Gong Yichen did not even bother to listen to what he had to say for one second longer. He closed his eyes slightly, and then indifferently said: "Enough, your grandfather has a bad temper, don't do anything stupid." Then he hung up the phone.

Wu Zihao who was on the other side of the phone seemed to want to explain, but all he could hear were a string of emotionless busy tones.

He clenched his teeth as he held the phone tightly in his hand. The resentment in his heart surged with the passage of time. In the end, his entire mind was filled with rage. He lowered his head and looked at the phone that was still glowing with warmth. Without any hesitation, he slammed it onto the ground.

This movement caused Gong Xuezhen, who was still in her bedroom, to be alarmed, as she stepped on a pair of slippers in a hurry to comfort her only child.

But Wu Zihao did not say a word, he only stared at the destroyed phone in a daze.