"Don't let Qi Fu hear this, or I'm dead," Xu Ke said dryly.
Wong Qifu would surely tease him about when he had become so close with Wang Qiya. If these words reached Wong Qifu's ears, Zhou Qingzhi could forget about making a good impression on her. He, in turn, would have to bear Wong Qifu's "wrath."
"Understood, understood." Duan Chongfeng patted Xu Ke's uninjured shoulder. "Since you don't want to marry Zhou Yi Yi, you'd better think carefully about what you want."
Xu Ke nodded. "Alright, I get it."
However, it was a classic case of speak of the devil.
Xu Ke's phone rang. It was Zhou Qingzhi calling.
Xu Ke pointed to his phone screen. "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear."
"Answer it. Let's see what he has to say," Duan Chongfeng urged, lifting his head.
Xu Ke answered the call. "Hello, President Zhou."
"No need to call me President Zhou, it sounds so distant. Just call me Uncle Zhou," Zhou Qingzhi said, attempting to close the gap in their relationship.
