"Hello, this is Huayu Enterprise. How can I help you?"
"Hello, I'm looking for Luo Feiyao." A man's voice said, and his slightly high tone disturbed Luo Feiyao who was sitting next to him.
"Luo Feiyao?" Yixiang stared at Feiyao with questioning eyes.
Luo Feiyao turned around sharply, made a silent gesture to Yixiang who was doing the wiring, and said with an open mouth: "Just say I'm not here."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Luo is not here."
"Where did she go?"
"I'm really sorry. I don't know. If something happens, can you leave a message and we can tell it to you?"
"No, thank you."
As soon as the line beeped, Feiyao put her hand on her forehead and shouted bad luck.
"Feiyao, you can't always be like this. People call you every day, and you can't always tell them you're not here, right? It seems like this trick has no effect on him. Hehe, others only dream of having good luck, but you're so good at it, why are you extrapolating it?" Yixiang teased with a smile.
"It's love luck, it's love misfortune. I've been unlucky for eight lifetimes when I met him. He's been haunted all day long, chasing me endlessly. Alas, God, God, Bodhisattva, if this is really love luck for me, good disciples, please be kind and accept it." Feiyao's painful expression was written all over her face, and she used exaggerated movements to match it.
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