Wen Xinya sat in the cold living room, fiddling with the little mobile phone in her hand. This was the phone specially reserved for calls by Si Yiyan. For some reason, she missed Si Yiyan particularly much after speaking with Liu Yanhua. She had an impulsive desire to call him and hear his voice.
Si Yiyan had been to the Middle East for a week and there was still no news from him. If not for Gu Yuehan's communication that Si Yiyan was safe and sound, she might have already gone mad with worry.
She didn't know what Si Yiyan was doing now and whether he was safe or in danger. Whether he had heeded her repeated instructions not to risk himself in any way.
Several times, she wanted to call him. However, since Si Yiyan had not taken the initiative to contact her, it was probably because he was bogged down by something important and it was not convenient for him to call her, and vice versa. Hence, she suppressed her desire and worries.
