Okay... Brother?
Brother Ye Xian often calls, but still, Brother? Is that okay?
Why does it sound so awkward?
Forget it, a man's got to accept his loss after a gamble, and Brother Shen had already made a concession.
Ye Xian cleared her throat and called out into the mic a couple of times, "Good brother, good brother, are you satisfied now?"
The boy's clear, pure voice carried a hint of childlike immaturity, with the tail ends of each phrase lilting upwards enticingly, alongside the slow-moving game background music. Whoever was holding the phone felt as if they had been electrified, their entire body stiffening.
"Brother Shen? Brother Shen?"
Ye Xian called out twice, but no one responded.
Had he left?
She left a message and then logged off as well.
Bo Tingshen picked up the remote and lowered the temperature by another two degrees.
Several minutes later, he saved the two phrases he had just recorded under 'Frequently Used Files'.
