While Wanjia was washing up, Wang Xuesen reached for the phone and quickly dialed a number.
Dudu!
connected.
"Hey, Pingping, it's your brother Sen."
Wang Xuesen leaned against the headboard, speaking in a nonchalant tone.
There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone; he clearly hadn't expected to receive a call from him at this hour.
Without waiting for her reply, Wang Xuesen continued speaking:
"Here's the thing, Director Ding has asked me to go with you to the Siberian fur shop tomorrow."
"Don't you hate me?"
"I'm giving you a heads-up beforehand, so that when I go there, you don't hurt me again in front of Director Ding."
He deliberately emphasized the word "harm".
He paused for a moment, then sighed.
"I don't want to go either."
"Nobody's buying it."
"Sigh... I must have owed you something in my past life."
"My entire year's salary has been spent on you."
"If you have any conscience at all, don't mess with me tomorrow."
That's fine.
"Hang up."
Click.
Wang Xuesen hung up the phone.