"Sorry, could you say that again? I didn't catch it!"
"..." The woman on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, as if Jing Yiren had just made some outrageous request.
After a while, she restrained her temper and repeated herself.
"Excuse me, are you Miss Jing Yiren? I'm Lowe's wife. Can I meet with you?"
"...Lowe's wife? Who's Lowe?"
Jing Yiren was utterly confused.
"Sorry! I don't know you!"
"I'm at the International Hotel. If you could…"
Jing Yiren interrupted her: "I'm in W City, not S City. Sorry, I can't meet you right now!"
After saying that, Jing Yiren didn't bother with pleasantries and directly hung up the phone.
She raised her eyes to look at Luo Ziqiao and asked, "Do you know who Lowe is?"
