A phone call interrupted his thoughts. After glancing at the caller ID, Jian Yuncheng immediately answered it.
The voice that came from the other end of the phone was gentle and clear:
"Brother, I was in the laboratory earlier. I didn't have my phone on me. As a result, I couldn't answer your calls. However, when I opened my phone, I saw that you had called me seven or eight times in a row. What's the matter?"
Previously, Jian Yuncheng had made several phone calls to Jian Yunmo.
"If it's convenient, it's best if you come back early."
"What's up? Why are you asking me to come back so suddenly?"
"Something happened to Yiling."
"What's wrong with Yiling? What happened? Is she okay? Is she sick?"
Jian Yunmo's voice sounded incredibly anxious.
"She's physically okay."
"Oh, that's good," Jian Yunmo replied. Upon hearing Jian Yuncheng's reply, his voice sounded much more relieved.
