Just as Weilan continued to tear and pull, the phone rang.
The ringing snapped the two people, who had been too engrossed to remember to eat, back to reality.
Blood running cold, Weilan said with red eyes, in a low voice, "It's my phone, I'll answer it!"
Lu Hechen drew a breath, thankful for the call, it had saved him. He had almost lost control.
After helping Weilan to stand steadily, Lu Hechen tidied up her clothes.
Weilan went to answer the call, her legs so weak she almost fell to the ground.
Lu Hechen also straightened up his clothes and took a deep breath.
Weilan glanced at the phone, the caller ID showed an unfamiliar number, but it was from the Jiangnan Region. The number surprised her, she hesitated but still answered the call, "Hello?"
"Xiaoqiao, should I congratulate you, or should I blame you?" From the other end, Zhuang Yuezhou's voice came.
"Is that you?" Weilan frowned.