Nan Zhi had not replaced her identity card, neither had she bought a phone.
She jogged to the living room, picking up to put the phone by her ear as she answered softly.
Hearing Nan Zhi's voice personally, Yi Fan blanked out for a few seconds.
If Young Master did not say that Miss Nan was still alive, he really would not have believed it.
Miss Nan's voice sounded even sweeter and softer than before.
"Miss Nan, is it really you?" Yi Fan asked again, his voice uncertain.
After returning to the Capital, Nan Zhi stopped telling people that she was called Lan Xiaozhi, so she hummed softly. "It's me."
"Miss Nan, I'm Ye Sihan's butler. Our Young Master…"
"If your Young Master is busy, then he should go and settle them. I haven't recalled anything from the past, so he probably doesn't want to be with me."
"Miss Nan, it's not Young Master who is asking for you."
