Ji Mianmian quickly picked up the call. "What is it, Sis?" she asked. "Did anything happen?"
"Get Ye Shaoguang on the phone," Yan Qingsi said, "I have something to tell him."
"Oh. Wait for a bit…" Ji Mianmian ran into the kitchen, phone in hand. "My goddess is on the phone," she said to Ye Shaoguang, who was cooking noodles, "She wants to talk to you."
Sweat proliferated every inch of Ye Shaoguang's body. He was wearing an apron. His expression was cold. "Should I talk to her just because she wants to talk to me? I don't have the time."
"Come on, take the call," Ji Mianmian pleaded, "If you don't, if you don't… I–I'll kiss you…"
Ye Shaoguang immediately ducked his head. "Then hurry up. Don't waste a single second."
Ji Mianmian stamped on his foot. "Hurry up! Take the call. My goddess is waiting."
Ye Shaoguang did not pick up the call, nor did he move from his spot. He just stared at her silently.