1070 No One Should Die

He was quite sensitive with numbers. He would not forget any number as long as he had contacted the person before. Although he could not recall exactly whose number it was, he was quite certain that he knew that person. 

He put the phone next to his ear again, but the call had been disconnected.

Before long, his phone rang again. Luckily, he had put his phone on silent. Otherwise, Yan Huan would have already been woken up by the ringtone. Furthermore, it had not been 10 minutes since she fell asleep. 

The number displayed on the phone was the same number from before, the number he remembered, but could not recall whom it belonged to.

There were only two possible situations where this would happen.

The person was either an acquaintance or someone he hated.

He did not know which situation he was in. More precisely, he did not know who the person was.

"Who are you?"