He climbed out of bed, stood on the sleek, icy solid wood floor, and with three steps merging into two, he trotted over to his wardrobe.
Crouching, he bent down to open the lowest drawer of his wardrobe, earnestly rummaging under the sheets of paper adorned with simple sketches to find his cell phone.
It took him a few minutes to boot up his phone which hadn’t been used for a long time. Chad then handed the phone over to Cyrus, prompting him to take over.
Nodding, Cyrus reached out to take the phone.
Most of the time when Justin Battleson called Charlotte, it was Cyrus who answered. After a few times, he had memorized Justin’s number.
After weighing his thoughts for a few seconds, Cyrus’s aesthetically pleasing fingers tapped lightly on the screen. Within a few seconds, a complete number was entered.
Under the scrutiny of three pairs of eyes, he dialed the number.
The other end didn’t answer immediately. Just when the phone was about to drop the call automatically, it was finally answered.
Cyrus was slightly surprised, but quickly gathered his expression and tone before speaking coldly.
On the other end, the Blue Tone Club.
It was already late at night. After a fallout with Charlotte, Justin had returned to the Blue Tone Club. Upon seeing him, Harper leisurely raised an eyebrow before ridiculing, "Big brother, what brought you back in such a disarray? Did you run away?"
Justin shot him a cold glance before downing a drink. His voice slightly deep, he responded, "Whatever harebrained idea you guys came up with, it backfired."
Upon hearing this, the masterminds Harper and Adam exchanged puzzled glances. Adam’s mouth twitching, he asked, "What did you say to her?"
Grumpy, Justin recounted his conversation while sipping his drink.
After listening, Harper’s hand twitching around his glass couldn’t suppress his slight shudder. A few seconds later, the box erupted with merciless laughter.
Quickly putting down his glass, Harper held his belly as if he were about to burst into tears from laughter.
Justin’s ice-cold gaze, sharp enough to kill, landed on him. After Harper barely managed to suppress his laughter, he couldn’t help but advise, "Big brother, when you have some free time, you should look up some tips online. If that doesn’t work, you can ask someone who’s in love how to appease their lover."
"Really." Harper grinned as he tried to hold back laughter, "Even big brother isn’t as blunt as you are."
Labelled as straightforward, Justin frowned but then asked, "Was there something wrong with what I said?"
The issues were obvious.
Harper was about to enumerate his mistakes when Justin’s phone sitting on the table began to vibrate violently.
He glanced down instinctively. The incoming call was from an unknown number.
The phone kept ringing. Justin rubbed his temple in annoyance, leaning back without any intention to answer it.
Next to him, Adam’s mouth curled into a smile as he teased, "Big brother, it might be someone you know?"
Upon hearing this, Justin pondered for a few seconds before finally picking up the call.
Before he could say anything, the young boy’s somewhat immature but somewhat chilly voice came through from the other end.
Upon hearing this, Justin was slightly taken aback, a touch of surprise flickering in his eyes. He then laughed and softened his tone, responding, "Is that you, Cyrus?" The source of this content ɪs novel·fire·net
Once he received an affirmative answer, the surprise in Justin’s eyes hadn’t dissipated. He nodded slightly and replied with a smile, "I’m out. What’s the matter?"
Back at the other end, Cyrus had flipped the phone over to speaker and placed it on the bed when he heard that nonchalant "What’s the matter?"
Hank slightly widened his eyes and irritably retorted, "What’s going on with you? Aren’t you planning on coming back?"
That single casual phrase provoked the anger of the children around him. They started to take turns creatively "scolding" him.