Gu Zhitong smiled at Wen Qinghuan, raising an eyebrow slightly, as if to say, "You can handle this call."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line.
Wen Qinghuan pursed her lips, not hearing Feng Yize's voice, and said, "I'll take the phone to Sister Momo now."
She felt a bit annoyed that Gu Zhitong had answered the call but didn't speak.
Feng Yize knew them well but not her.
Moreover, after she answered the phone, he stopped talking.
Wen Qinghuan immediately thought about the last time her brother helped her refuse to draw a portrait of Feng Yize, and he might have been upset, unwilling to speak to her anymore.
"No need, I don't have anything urgent with Sister-in-law."
Feng Yize's tone was somewhat hurried to stop her.
Over the phone, he actually didn't know what to say to Qinghuan.
It seemed like there was nothing to say between them.
Previously, because she had drawn him as a beggar, he was annoyed.
