Zhou Hongyu was initially thrilled, but suddenly seeing the name "Anna" immediately dampened her spirits by seventy percent, yet sparked thirty percent of jealousy. Her fingers clutching the phone turned white with tension, as if she wanted to crush the screen alive.
"Anna is my friend," Yan Yu calmly answered, ignoring her volcano-ready expression.
"Just a friend?" Zhou Hongyu asked coldly.
"What else?" Yan Yu retorted, "If I had a girlfriend, how could I be so intimate with you? Do you think you qualify to be my mistress?"
"Hmph." Zhou Hongyu narrowed her eyes and suddenly moved quickly, pressing the call button and then the speakerphone.
"Hello!" Yan Yu was about to reprimand her when he heard Anna's mocking laughter from the other side:
"Yan Yu, you dare to hang up on me, huh? You're in trouble now. I've already sent a diplomatic condemnation to Lu Country. You're going to have big problems."
