Wanwan, ye shaoguang, you're back!
Ji Mianmian's crisp voice was like a needle, piercing Yan qingsi's heart. Her hands were shaking.
There was something stuck in her throat. It was so hard that it was on fire. It was burning, boiling, and swollen. She wanted to speak, but she could not make a sound.
Yue tingfeng entered and said to Yan qingsi in a low voice,""Qingsi, uncle's on the phone!"
Yan qingsi wanted to take a deep breath and pull her hand away, but Ji Mianmian held on to her tightly. She could not pull her hand away.
She felt even more upset. She turned to Yue tingfeng and said,""Give me your phone."
Yue tingfeng handed it to her.
Yan qingsi took the phone and placed it by her ear.""Hello ... Uncle ..." He said.
"Are you alright?" Xia Anlan's voice was a little hoarse.
