The light outside the room was dim as he walked to a quiet corner. After making sure that the background wasn't noisy, Ye Wangchuan took out his cell phone. He hung his eyelids and his eyelashes covered his eye from the light.
He opened the chatbox and saw the last message from Qiao Nian. It was the message she had just sent to him. There were only three words. She didn't even bother to add a punctuation mark. It was obvious how casual her message was.
Ye Wangchuan looked at the time the message was sent.
Two minutes ago.
It was likely that she had just gotten off the plane and had just turned her cell phone on.
He scratched his thin lips, looked down, and opened his contact list with his white and slender fingers. He found the first phone number and dialed it.
