Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Shen Shuci responded with a muffled voice and wondered what to talk about next. Her eyes flicked to Huo Chichi, who was scratching at his cage, ”Today, Chichi scratched someone. I put him in a cage. Maybe he heard your voice and is scratching the cage because he misses you.”

”Meow—” Huo Chichi meowed.

”He just meowed; did you hear it?” Shen Shuci really didn’t know what else to say, so she resorted to talking about the cat.

Unexpectedly, the person on the other end suddenly asked, ”What about you?”

”What about me?”

”It misses me, do you?”

The men in the car were once again dumbstruck.

They might as well be dead. Hell, did they even stand a chance to live after this?

Shen Shuci just hemmed and hawed and casually mentioned something about taking a shower, then hurriedly ended the call. Huo Qinqi, not having received a reply, kept a stern face after hanging up.

”Captain, was that the sister-in-law?” someone tried to probe.

Huo Qinqi just gave him a cold glance, expressionless, ”Why are you so noisy!”

”...”

Everyone in the car fell silent. They had always thought their captain was born with a cold face, the same even when meeting his parents. It was only now they felt that he might have mastered the Sichuan opera skill of face-changing, how else could he have become someone else in just a second?