Yan Yan finished his al and just got into the company car.
The phone rang imdiately.
He lazily glanced at it; it was an unfamiliar number he didn’t plan to deal with, so he raised his hand and hung up directly.
But within seconds, the phone rang again, still the sa number.
A landline.
It seed like a telemarketing harassnt call.
The man finally raised an eyebrow slightly, a dark glint passing through his phoenix eyes.
His phone had clearly been processed, making the probability of wrong numbers very low, so how could there be harassnt calls?
After the third call ca in, he finally answered it, lazily putting it to his ear.
He didn’t speak, just waited for the other party to start talking.
A cautious male voice ca through: "Fifth Young Master, it’s ..."
Being able to call out his title, it seed this wasn’t a harassnt call.
Yan Yan leaned back in his chair, half-narrowing his long eyes: "Who are you?"
The other party was clearly choked up for a mont, then spoke quietly again: "It’s , Huang Sijun, you haven’t forgotten , right?"
Hearing this familiar na, mories instantly surfaced in his mind.
A trace of dangerous darkness passed through the man’s eyes.
He spoke nonchalantly: "Oh, so it’s Young Master Huang, how’s life over there?"
On the other end of the line, Huang Sijun was wearing a prison uniform, holding the prison’s landline, and nearly ground his teeth at this sentence, the hand holding the receiver bulging with veins.
He closed his eyes tightly, adjusting his breathing for quite a while.
Then he spoke: "It’s , I’m not doing well, I’ve received the punishnt I deserve..."
"Fifth Young Master, I know I was wrong too, I shouldn’t have set my sights on your woman, if I had known she knew you, even if you gave a hundred guts I wouldn’t dare..."
Huang Sijun’s tone was full of self-bla and guilt, genuinely pleading for rcy.
But after talking for a long ti, Yan Yan lazily responded with just one sentence: "Do you have any business?"
That unhurried tone could almost make soone spit blood from anger.
Sure enough, Huang Sijun’s breathing hitched again, then he directly got to the point: "Fifth Young Master, your punishnt for is enough, can you let out? After I get out, I’ll be willing to be your servant, anything you want!"
The reason he made this call was entirely because he was really scared of staying here any longer!
Prison conditions were actually okay, and he wasn’t abused, but for Huang Sijun, a young master born in privilege and luxury, it was simply hellish torture!
He didn’t want to stay in this hellish place any longer!
Yan Yan sneered, being a servant? Frankly speaking, seeing people like Huang Sijun already disgusted him.
"Young Master Huang, if you want to get out, I suggest you should find your lawyer, he can help you, there’s no need to find ."
Huang Sijun imdiately got anxious, if finding a lawyer worked, why would he even need to make this call!
The lawyers hired by his family were completely useless!
"Fifth Young Master, you can’t say that, wasn’t it you who got in here?"
The man heard this and clicked his tongue: "Young Master Huang, you can’t say it like that, I just helped to report to the police, those things, which one of them didn’t you do?"
His voice was unhurried and carried a lazy magnetism, sounding even more alluring over the phone.
But anyone familiar with Yan Yan could hear the danger in it.
Huang Sijun shivered instinctively.
His heart sank completely, and even his hands and feet started to grow cold.
This ti... he was probably finished.
He opened his mouth, still wanting to say sothing, but imdiately heard a busy tone on the other end of the line.
He had been hung up on.
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