Song Shijian unhappily gave Zhang Yu a thorough scolding, then puffed up and said, "There's no way. The old man said if that girl doesn't show up, he won't come either."
"What do I do?" Song Shijian glanced at everyone, "You make the call."
Song Shijian didn't want to call Zhang Yu again, so he let Tang Fu make the call.
Tang Fu hadn't expected this hot potato to become her issue. Of course, she didn't want to make the call, but she had no choice since Song Shijian was staring at her.
With no other option, she had to pick up the phone and call Zhang Yu.
Hearing the call connect, Tang Fu took a deep breath, repeatedly telling herself not to get angry: Little Yu, hello, I am your... mother.
Zhang Yu had not expected a call from the high and mighty Lady Song, Tang Fu, and was even more surprised that her voice could be so gentle.
In the original host's memory, this person always spoke to the original host quite rudely.
