He stepped on the accelerator and drove towards her, stopping his car precisely in front of the lady.
When he got down from the car, a gust of wind lifted the corner of his suit.
The middle-aged lady moved towards Ming Ansheng. "Are you here to collect the phone?"
"Yes, it's me." Ming Ansheng nodded his head and looked at the woman who was holding the phone in her hand. His heart sank—it was Su Yue's phone with a snowflake sticker on it.
The screen of her adorably decorated phone was cracked. Dried blood stains were all over it.
"There was only one phone number in her phone book, but the line was always engaged when I called. There were only three numbers in her call history, but only yours got through."
The middle-aged lady explained to Ming Ansheng. He stretched out his hand to receive the phone from her. "Thank you very much."
After thanking her, he didn't linger any longer and immediately turned around to go back into his car.
