However, barely two minutes after that phone call ended, the cell phone started ringing again with relentless persistence, carrying an air of refusing to give up until it achieved its goal.
Zhang Yiheng was already at an emotional low point, feeling utterly irritated. One call after another not only failed to spark any interest in him, but instead acted like a fuse, igniting his anger.
"Go ahead and ring, go to hell!" Zhang Yiheng violently snatched up his cell phone and hurled it against the wall. In an instant, the phone was like a puppet with its strings cut, unable to make a single sound again as the room fell back into silence.
Chapter 287