"I see…" Yang Qingxi nodded faintly.
'Won't pick up?'
That means he's dead, and the news is not public yet. The message was clear.
She leaned back slightly, satisfied.
Then, as if remembering something, a faint smile appeared on her lips.
"Oh, by the way," she added casually, "thank your girlfriend for me."
There was a sudden pause.
Then—
["For god's sake! Sister Jing is not my girlfriend!"]
Leng Shuang's voice came out sharper than usual, clearly flustered.
Yang Qingxi's smile deepened.
"Sister Jing, hmm?" she said slowly. "I don't recall mentioning any names."
"…."
The silence on the other end was almost tangible.
Then—
*Beep.*
The call ended abruptly.
Yang Qingxi lowered her phone, unable to hold back a soft chuckle.
"Teasing her is surprisingly entertaining."
Lin Yaorui stood there, still processing what she had just heard.
Her expression remained professional, but inside—
'Miss Leng… has a girlfriend?'
The thought exploded in her mind like a small firework.
