The phone rang a dozen times, and no one answered. Just when it was about to go to voicemail, someone answered. There were some noises there, accompanied by heavy breathing. Ou Ming's voice quickly came through. "Sicheng?" He sounded hazy and drunk.
Li Sicheng frowned, swallowed back the good news, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Sicheng..." Ou Ming said as he panted. Vaguely, there was even with a whimper. "Sicheng, I ..." Before he said anything, he started to cry.
Li Sicheng was shocked. His soft look suddenly became tense and tough. He said calmly, "Where are you?"
His first question was not to ask what happened, nor how he was, but where he was. Ou Ming choked, and he couldn't say anything, but a man's sad voice was extremely shocking.
Li Sicheng's facial lines were tightened, and he walked in without saying anything.
