Yi Jiahui swiped her thumb across the screen.
The call connected.
She set the phone on the tea table and switched on the speaker. A gentle female voice came through, sounding a little surprised. "Jiahui?"
"Qingyu," Yi Jiahui said clearly. "The boss wants to talk to you."
Wang Xiaoliang's brows drew tighter, and he glanced at Luo Bisheng. Luo Bisheng ducked his head, kept his eyes lowered, and pretended to study the water stains on the tea table.
"The boss?" Yang Qingyu paused, then understood. She gave a soft "Oh," her tone turning resigned, with a hint of amusement. "Xiaoliang."
"Qingyu." Wang Xiaoliang's voice was flat. "You know about this?"
A soft sigh came from the other end. "I do. Xiaoliang, I'm sorry. I'm... asking you a favor here." Yang Qingyu chose her words carefully, but her meaning was plain. "After hearing your plans, Jiahui lost all interest in Chengyu Group. She really wants to... wants to do something with you guys."
Wang Xiaoliang said nothing.
Yang Qingyu spoke a little faster. "You and Bisheng shouldn't spoil her, either. Scold her when she needs it, put her to work when you should. If she slacks off or cuts corners, tell me straight away. But... could you teach her a bit more? She's not stupid, and she's fairly capable."
She paused, her voice softening with a familiar warmth. "She's my little sister, so isn't she yours too? She's one of us. You can feel comfortable putting her to work, right?"
Wang Xiaoliang leaned back in his chair, stared at Yi Jiahui, who was watching him eagerly from across the table, then glanced at Luo Bisheng, who was doing his best to be invisible beside him. His mouth twitched. "You and Liu Xinyu really are a perfect match, coming out with lines