The ringtone of the mobile phone caused Andre to hesitate slightly, and he pulled out his phone to look at it and immediately hung up the call.
"Luo An Greenwood."
Andre held the phone and looked up, staring at Luo An with a serious face:
"I don't care if you are CIA or FBI, I want to tell you, I hope..."
Ding-a-ling—
Before he could finish, Andre's phone rang again.
"..."
There's a saying, "Strike while the iron is hot, waver and you falter, attempt thrice and you'll exhaust yourself."
First interrupted by Luo An, then twice by the ringtone of the phone, Andre's brewing emotions were completely disconnected, and Luo An's smile was very sunny:
"I think you should take the call first, Mr. Andre."
Glaring fiercely at Luo An, Andre picked up the phone and said coldly:
"It's me, Andre."
An elderly man's voice came from the phone, saying a lot in French, to which Andre did not respond until the very end, and he replied with a simple "I know" before hanging up.
