"Probably around Wednesday," Ansheng replied, sounding a bit puzzled. "Is there something you need?"
Miaomiao froze for a second, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, and her flushed face brightly blurted out, "N-nothing at all!"
"Oh, then I'm hanging up. Let me know if you need anything. Bye." Without a trace of politeness, Ansheng hung up the phone.
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