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Young master Li rarely talked about private matters in meetings and would never allow anyone to disturb them.

However, this was nothing. What really shocked the other executives was that young master Li could make a call if he wanted to, but he actually asked all of them to leave.

This is very subtle.

Because of young master Li’s overbearing attitude, no one dared to say anything. They all got up and went out to take a break.

The man who was still sitting at the head of the table tapped his slender fingers on the table. After a moment of hesitation, he looked up.

“Give me the phone.” He was talking to Ling bei.

Ling bei immediately and respectfully handed him his phone.

Li junyu took the phone, swiped the screen with his long fingers, and looked at the text message interface that appeared on the screen.

[pass the phone to my brother. Tell him that if ran ran doesn’t pick up the phone, his Mengmeng will be beaten to death!]

Her exaggerated tone and exaggerated words were just like second young master Li’s usual style.

Based on li junyu’s understanding of li Junting, there was a 90% chance that the text message was an exaggeration.

But even so, even though he was very certain in his heart, the man’s sharp eyebrows were still stained with a touch of irritation.

He had already left her life for an entire month.

He was trying to stay away from her and not disturb her. He had done his best.

Although he was still unwilling to let her see him and not forget him, he was suddenly willing to accept the media interview.

The impatience in li junyu’s dark eyes grew deeper and deeper.

He hadn’t seen her for too long and had cut off all means of getting news of her.

Perhaps, something really happened to her and Wanwan wanted to show her some concern, just a little.

Before he could even think clearly, he had already called back.

By the time li junyu came back to his senses, li Junting’s carefree voice could be heard from the other end of the phone. f * ck, Ling bei, you’re too pretentious. You’re finally willing to call me, Yingluo.

“It’s me. Tell me, what happened?” Li junyu’s cold and indifferent voice interrupted second brother’s words.

“You’re disdaining the ice Mountain, how are you disdaining it?”

“I don’t have time to chat with you. Let’s get down to business.” Li junyu’s voice was clear and cold, and there was obvious impatience in it.

He only wanted to care about ruan Mengmeng’s condition now.

Li Junting,”this Kasaya.”

Oh my God, how was he supposed to say that his text message just now was just nonsense?

Right now, right now

Li Junting turned to look at the set. The slapping scene had been filmed, and they were now filming the rest of the scenes.

“Li Junting, don’t tell me that you made up that text message just now?” The man’s cold voice came from the phone. This time, it was cold.

The fierce Peacock was so scared that his throat became hoarse. He quickly explained, ” “I’m not making it up. Little nectarine was really beaten up just now. They were filming and she was hit by ruan Jiaojiao.”

“Hit by ruan Jiaojiao?” Li junyu’s dark brows were tightly furrowed, and there was a flash of worry in his deep eyes.

But the next moment, he realized that something was wrong.

filming can ‘kill’ people. Li Junting, do you think that you’re too happy now? ”

Li Junting said,”my Yingluo is not, big brother. My Yingluo is not.”

The fierce Peacock couldn’t explain himself.

Saying that little peach was about to be beaten to death was just a metaphor that had been exaggerated.

How did he know that his Bing Shan actually took it seriously?

On the other end of the line, li junyu’s stern and cold face relaxed for a moment.

No one knew how lucky he was when he realized that everything was just li Junting’s ‘prank’, and he finally felt relieved.

“Big brother, it’s a misunderstanding. I just feel that Mengmeng is a little pitiful. Just now, master refused to shout” cut,”so I wanted to call you and ask you to talk to master.” Li Junting knew that he was in trouble and quickly tried to salvage the situation.

“Although Mengmeng is fine and wouldn’t have been seriously injured by ruan Jiaojiao, Yingluo’s cute little face is still swollen. If you don’t believe me, see for yourself, Yingluo.”

Li Junting immediately raised his phone and snapped a picture in ruan Mengmeng’s direction. He then sent it to Ling bei’s phone.

When li junyu received the picture, he opened it and enlarged it.

The side profile of a young girl in ancient costume with her head slightly lowered entered his line of sight without any warning.