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Xiao Zhan was a little ashamed of his behavior of looking for sugar.

But at the bottom of his heart, he thought that no one would know except for himself.

Then why not.

So Xiao Zhan said, "Your cousin's my old client. Although the order today was finished, there'll definitely be other orders in the future."

Wang Yibo made a faint "mn", and then lay back.

Xiao Zhan, "..."

That's it?

Fine.

That's okay too.

Already satisfied.

He was about to lie down, but he saw Wang Yibo bring his phone to his ear.

Xiao Zhan turned his head and heard Wang Yibo's call picked up by the other side.

"Ge!"

A very familiar voice was transmitted over, since the bedroom was too quiet, Xiao Zhan could hear it clearly.

Wasn't this voice the voice of Mr. Zhao he heard this afternoon?

"Ge, why did you call me? What's up?"

Xiao Zhan leaned over a little and listened carefully.

Wang Yibo asked, "You've always been calling Xiao Zhan xiao-gege?"

"Who's Xiao Zhan?" Then Zhao Xin remembered, "Ah, ge, your partner right, haha, yeah, I call him xiao-gege?"

Wang Yibo, "Don't call him that."

Zhao Xin, "Why?"

Wang Yibo suddenly froze. He thought for half a second and said, "He's younger than you."

Xiao Zhan suddenly laughed.

Zhao Xin said, "He can still be called xiao-gege. All handsome guys are xiao-geges."

Wang Yibo lowered his voice, "Zhao Xin."

Zhao Xin immediately chickened out, "Got it, got it, I'll stop, I'll stop, I'll call him Boss Xiao, Designer Xiao, okay ge?"

Wang Yibo, "Sure."

Zhao Xin, "Anything else, ge?"

Wang Yibo, "No."

Without waiting for Zhao Xin, Wang Yibo hung up the phone first.

Then he turned to look at Xiao Zhan and showed him his phone, "It's handled."

Xiao Zhan held back his laughter and nodded, "Okay."

It was getting late. After Wang Yibo put away his phone, he also put down the magazine and turned off the lights.

Not long after the lights were turned off, Xiao Zhan's phone suddenly lit up.

He quietly reached for his phone and turned down the brightness.

On the phone was a message from Mr. Zhao.

Mr. Zhao: I was threatened

Mr. Zhao: I can't call you xiao-gege in the future

Mr. Zhao: Choose between Designer Xiao and Boss Xiao

Before Xiao Zhan replied, he sent another message.

Mr. Zhao: You don't need to choose

Mr. Zhao: I have chosen it myself

Mr. Zhao: I'll call you sao-zi (sister-in-law)