"Why not?" Zhan Yan looked up with slight suspicion.
"It doesn't matter." After Ji Weiyang finished speaking, he pressed the hang up button.
However, just as he hung up, the phone rang. It was as if someone was urging him to die.
Zhan Yan was not stupid and quickly guessed some clues. She lightly pursed her lips and opened her mouth, "It's better if you take it. Maybe you have something important to say."
Ji Weiyang hesitated for a moment, then stood up and went to the corner to answer the call, and when he returned, his expression was extremely heavy.
"What's wrong?" Zhan Yan's heart could not help but tighten.
"Angie was in a car accident." He replied in a low voice.