How would Young Master Lin know that Third Young Master Xi directly found a secretary from the secretary’s office, whose sole job every day was to dial his cell phone? If it connected, she would immediately hand the phone over; if not, she’d keep calling until it did.
Each morning, the first task Xi Shaoqi assigned the secretary’s office was to send someone in to make a call.
After days of training, the secretary’s office had become unflappable, even setting up a work schedule wherein someone went into the office each day to make the call.
This day, it was the turn of a new intern who had just joined the secretary’s office.
The little intern, not knowing any better, fancied herself the most youthful and charming of the lot. As soon as she entered the office, she began fluttering her eyes at the handsome man behind the desk, only to be promptly thrown out by Third Young Master Xi, out of both the office and the company.
After throwing her out, he finally felt his anger subside a bit. This update ıs available on novelFirｅ.net
At that moment, he especially missed An Nan. Last time, she had agreed to have dinner with him, but he hadn’t seen her since. He decided to try inviting her out for dinner that evening.
He called, and after several rings without an answer, Xi Shaoqi stubbornly continued dialing—once, twice, three times...
He threw his phone on the desk in exasperation, grumbling: "What on earth is little Nannan doing, why is no one ever answering the phone?"
Just as Xi Shaoqi was lost in thought, his phone rang. He picked it up excitedly, only to be disappointed again as the caller wasn’t who he was hoping for.
He thought about just hanging up immediately, but considered the caller might need something from him, so he answered: "Zuo Erhuo, let me tell you, you’d better have something important, or next time I see you, I’ll kick you to death."
Zuo Erhuo’s real name was Zuo Qingfeng. He had grown up with Xi Shaoqi and Lin Mubai and was the second son of the Zuo Family. Ever since they were little, Xi Shaoqi and the others had called him Zuo Er, and over time, someone started calling him Zuo Erhuo. That nickname just stuck over the years.
No matter how many times Zuo Qingfeng protested, his group of troublemaking friends still self-assuredly called him that. Eventually, he got tired of protesting and simply went along with it.
Zuo Qingfeng’s cheerful voice came through the phone: "Third Young Master, let’s hang out tonight. It’s been ages since we’ve had a drink together."
"Who else?" Of course, it wouldn’t be just the two of them drinking.
"Zhao Tianchen, Yu Wenhao, Huo Boxuan, and you. You should also notify Young Master Lin and that punk Xia Yang. That’s about everyone," Zuo Qingfeng rattled off several familiar names.
After considering it, Xi Shaoqi decided to go out for some fun that night and readily agreed to the person on the other end of the line: "Alright then, see you tonight. I’ll contact Xia Yang, should be fine, but as for Young Master Lin, you know how it is. I’ll let him know, but whether he comes or not, I have no clue."
"Great, just notify him. See you tonight."
After hanging up, Xi Shaoqi didn’t call Young Master Lin, merely sent a text about the party that evening and its location. The message was clear: it’s up to you if you want to come or not. If you didn’t see it, you can’t blame me. If criticized for not calling, he had the perfect excuse: "It’s not my fault your phone’s always off, Young Master Lin."
After finishing his work, Xi Shaoqi happily went off to join the evening’s gathering with friends.