Upon turning on the speakerphone, Nangong Jin’s splendid, magnetic laugh rang out. You could tell he was a bit out of breath, but he still cheerily exclaid, "Third Young Master, congratulations on becoming a dad!"
"Thanks," Di Mingjue replied gracefully.
Nangong Jin was stunned for a mont, then burst out laughing, "Third Young Master, you’ve suddenly beco so, so refined. I’m not used to it."
Gu Qibao felt embarrassed. This Brother Jin was really sothing else. Having a child is a happy occasion. Did he expect Di Mingjue to respond to congratulations like before, with a haughty "None of your business. Get lost," or sothing similar?
Di Mingjue ignored Nangong Jin and instead asked, "Are your injuries better?"
"Relax, I won’t die that easily," Nangong Jin laughed, "I still need to keep this life for when my godson is born."
Di Mingjue did not argue, but simply smiled faintly, "I wanted to visit you today..."
"No worries, no worries at all," Nangong Jin dismissively cut off Di Mingjue, "Us brothers don’t need to say much. Whether you visit or not, as long as I’m not dead, it’s all the sa. Now that you’re a dad, you better take good care of my sister-in-law. She’s the real hero. Everything else can wait."
"Yeah." Di Mingjue nodded.
"Right, I called just to send my congratulations. The present has already been sent to your villa."
Di Mingjue chuckled, "You’re too kind."
"Pfft..." Nangong Jin got goosebumps and couldn’t help but wail, "Emma, Third Young Master, don’t be so formal. I’m not used to it!"
It really was hard getting used to the Third Young Master turning into a warm guy. It’s necessary to be warm to his wife, but with us guys, there’s no need for all the politeness!
Di Mingjue pursed his lips, dammit, being gentle and polite and still people complain.
No choice, the Third Young Master of the Di Family only thrived when his sharp-tongued mode was on, "Fine, if you’re not dying, save your saliva. If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up. I can’t stand your blabbering."
Nangong Jin felt refreshed, laughing rrily, "That’s more like it, that’s freaking the style of my Third Young Master."
anwhile, Nangong Ran instantly felt chills and imdiately jumped in, "Damn, Third Bro, are you a masochist or what!"
Damn, being polite and people get upset, but sneer at them and they get all happy!
Nangong Jin burst out laughing, "Go on, get lost, you little brat, you know shit. I’m hanging up."
After saying that, he ended the call, and Nangong Ran made a face and said boldly, "That guy is a complete masochist. The more you torture him, the better he feels. He deserves a good beating any way you look at it."
Gu Qibao burst out laughing at Nangong Ran’s joke, but couldn’t help asking afterward, "But seriously, Brother Jin doesn’t have any serious health issues, right?"
"He won’t die." Nangong Ran replied, "Aside from not being able to jump around, his mouth is still as impudent as ever. He looks more spirited than ever. Getting shot twice seems to have made him even more saucy!"
Gu Qibao’s eyes widened, "Damn, he got shot twice?"
"Exactly," Nangong Ran curled his lip.
"Aw, that’s pitiful," Gu Qibao said sympathetically.
"Pitiful my ass." Nangong Ran wasn’t sympathetic at all, but rather maliciously amused, "He had it coming. Always strutting around like a peacock, flirting and seducing. Look, he chard soone’s daughter, and she beca so obsessed she wanted to marry him!"
Gu Qibao blinked, then couldn’t help asking, "And he didn’t agree, so he got shot twice?"
"Not exactly," Nangong Ran said, "That girl would never shoot him. He just bad luck. While running away, he stumbled into so unrest and accidentally got shot twice."
Gu Qibao scratched his head, feeling rather speechless, "That really is quite unfortunate."
Nangong Ran drew out his lips disdainfully, "Tell about it. He’s jinxed!"
As the two joked around, Di Mingjue was still on the phone, as news like this naturally spread like wildfire.
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