Xinxin was truly fed up with Xiao Ting's morose face!
Filled with resentment, Xinxin got into her car like a wandering soul. Before the car even started, her phone rang.
"Hello? Treating athlete's foot? You've got the wrong number!"
Muttering, Xinxin hung up the phone and was about to start her car when it rang again.
"Treating hair loss? Are you sick?"
Xinxin was bewildered, thinking someone was playing a prank on her. She glanced at her phone's caller ID to see an unfamiliar number from another province.
When the third call came, Xinxin couldn't stand it anymore. She picked up the phone and without waiting for the other side to speak, she lashed out.
"Are you ****ing sick? I said I don't treat athlete's foot or hair loss! If you ****ing dare to call again, I'll kill your whole family!"
"Xinxin? What's wrong? What's this about treating athlete's foot and hair loss?"
Xinxin froze, moved the phone away a bit and saw that this call was from Zhao Wenjing!
