Wen Ning was utterly speechless now.
This guy couldn't tell good advice from bad.
His uncle had clearly meant that he shouldn't come asking for it. How had that turned into "My uncle told me to come ask for it" in Feng Dema's mouth?
That thought process really was one of a kind, even in heaven.
Wen Ning couldn't be bothered to argue with him anymore. He simply said,
"I'm busy. Don't contact me again. Whatever connection we had is over."
Without waiting for so much as another word from the other end, he hung up.
Tossing his phone aside, Wen Ning sat on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath.
He had finally figured it out. Feng Dema's greatest talent wasn't stirring up trouble. It was making anyone who spoke to him develop an intense urge to strangle him within three minutes.
Outside the door, Lu Ming called out,
"Wen Ning! The noodles are going soggy! If you don't come out, I'm seriously eating them all!"
Wen Ning let out a weary breath, got up, and headed outside.
"Coming."
No matter how big the problem was, he couldn't let Zhang Siyu's scallion oil noodles go soggy.
After finishing his noodles, Wen Ning pushed his bowl away and sat in his chair, staring into space for a while.
Beside him, Lu Ming licked his chopsticks and asked,
"Who were you calling so early in the morning?"
Wen Ning glanced at him.
"What are you after? Do you want to become another Feng Dema?"
Lu Ming's eyes lit up.
"Oh? Feng Dema? What happened to him? Tell me."
Zhang Siyu came out of the kitchen carrying a glass of warm water.
"Go wash the dishes. You're always so nosy."
Lu Ming immediately wilted and slunk into the kitchen