The phone in his pocket rumbled, and only then did he divert his gaze, taking out his phone. Seeing the caller ID, a sly glint flashed through his eyes as he answered the call and put it to his ear, his tone lazy, "You don't have to worry anymore, I just chatted with her for a bit. She's in good shape, and I've already put her in a taxi. If she doesn't make any detours, she should be home in about twenty minutes."
On the other end of the line, Ji Chicheng, upon hearing this, asked cautiously, "What did you talk about with her?"
