Li Tianming, on the other end of the call, had never expected to hear Chen Fenghe's voice from Qin Siyang's phone.
He froze for a while, then hung up without answering.
Li Tianming sat on the folding bed in bewilderment and reached for a cigarette. Only after fumbling around for some time did he remember that he was still naked.
Slender fingers crept up Li Tianming's spine to his shoulder.
A soft, seductive voice whispered into his ear. "Principal, what's wrong?"
Li Tianming stood up, took a pack of cigarettes from the suit on the chair, and lit one without paying her any attention.
"That's enough for today. Go wash up, then leave."
Hearing this, the woman leaned against Li Tianming again. "Principal, I haven't had enough yet..."
"Get out."
The woman found that Li Tianming, who had been burning with passion just moments ago, was now as cold as ice. An inexplicable fear crept into her heart.
He was a Sequence Ability User. If he lost his temper, he could kill her.
So the woman stopped pestering him, obediently washed up, and left.
Not long after she left, Li Tianming washed up as well. After tidying the office, he replaced the bedding on the folding bed with the set Qin Siyang usually slept on, then sat in his office chair and stared into space.
"Qin Siyang, oh, Qin Siyang. You really know how to make trouble for me."
Meanwhile, in the hospital director's office, Chen Fenghe heard the disconnected tone coming from the phone and angrily hurled it to the floor.
Qin Siyang hurried over to pick it up and check it.
He might have plenty of money, but it hadn't grown on trees.
To Qin Siyang, a phone was just a tool for calls and accessing the forum.