The gloomy male voice on the phone said, "Traffic jam, I didn't expect Capital City to be even more congested than America now!"
"You haven't been back for years, the changes here are huge, take your time to adjust!"
Duan Zixuan chuckled and then said, "Tonight, the elders at home might be a bit late, or they might not come at all. That's good, I can give you a hand!"
"Help me? No need. I can handle Duan Feihong myself!" the other side sneered.
"Don't be so confident; Feihong is not a teenage girl, those spoiled young master tricks for chasing girls are completely useless!" Duan Zixuan said.
"You don't need to worry about that, you should worry about the mess you've stirred up yourself!" the other side said.
Duan Zixuan frowned, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes: "Since you don't need my help, forget it, just don't regret it later!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.
