Chapter 91: The Dish Spirit

Xiao Ya burrowed into her blanket, listening to the ring of the phone and not wanting to get out of bed again. Pranksters were the most annoying, especially at midnight.

The phone rang seven or eight times before it stopped. Xiao Ya turned over, lying silently in bed with her eyes open. The nightmare she had just had made her unusually alert, with no trace of sleepiness left. She thought carefully about the nightmare, though the more she thought, the more scared she became; yet, she had a feeling that the dream seemed to have some meaning. Could it be that something had happened to Xiao Hua? Otherwise, given Xiao Hua's personality, she would have been back before midnight.

Ding Ling Ling... The phone rang again.

Xiao Ya jolted upright. Could this phone call be from Xiao Hua? Yes, it had to be. Perhaps, just now, there had been a problem with the line, so she hadn't heard Xiao Hua.

Xiao Ya rushed to the phone again and picked it up: "Hello, is that you, Xiao Hua?"