The Meeting
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
It was almost 11 a.m. when He Ming arrived at Ye Xiaomeng's hotel. He tried his luck by calling Ye Xiaomeng's cell phone again.
This time, her phone rang. He could hear the ringing tone on his phone.
Ye Xiaomeng was stunned when she heard her phone ring. She hesitated when the caller ID showed "He Ming".
When she woke up this morning and turned on her phone, she received dozens of notifications from He Ming's messages, which almost crashed her phone.
She pursed her lips as she squeezed her phone tight until her knuckles turned white. She grimaced before she tapped on the answer button.
Did he call to explain again? Did she want to listen to his story?
But she had already picked up his call. Hanging up now wouldn't seem nice. Ye Xiaomeng hesitated for a moment before she pressed the phone to her ear.
She heard He Ming's anxious voice. "Thank God, Mengmeng. You finally turned your phone back on. I was so worried..."