Xia Lan's eyes showed dissatisfaction, but her voice remained artificially soft and fragile as she said, "The matter between your Miss and me, it's a private affair between good girlfriends, naturally, I can only talk to your Miss about it. Please, comrade, pass the phone to 'Ou Jiao'."
"Sorry, Comrade Xia Lan, our Miss isn't here, you should call another day..." The guard was speaking when suddenly a sharp female voice came from behind him.
"Who said I'm not here?" Ou Jiao was quite frantic, scolding the guard, "Did you just say Xia Lan? Is it Lanlan calling me?"
"You're all too much!" Ou Jiao yelled furiously, "Why won't you let me take my friend's call? Is it because Lanlan has no money or power?"
"Give me the phone!"
Although Ou Jun had ordered that Xia Lan not be allowed contact with "Ou Jiao," the "Miss of the House" had a very special status at home, and the guards simply didn't dare to talk back.
Eventually, the phone still ended up in the hands of "Ou Jiao."
