C56 What Does This Have to Do with Me

Zhan Beirong frowned. He hated people who kept making phone calls, so he just hung up without any hesitation.

Mu Zhenyu, who was on the other end of the phone, was barely able to make a phone call with his patience. He even hung up on him. He was so angry that his blood pressure rose a little, and he couldn't help but cover his chest. His face was full of anger and dissatisfaction