After Estelle waited for her to leave, her expression gradually became more composed. She pursed her lips, found her phone, and quickly made a call to Rong Yan.
"I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off."
"...How can it be off?" Estelle furrowed her brows, muttered to herself, and then picked up her phone to try again.
"Beep beep." Her phone rang twice, followed by the automated female voice, "I'm sorry, the call cannot be connected. We will inform the user via text message shortly."
Estelle put down her phone, her brows so tightly knit they almost formed the Chinese character 'chuan'.
She had promised to keep her phone on for 24 hours yesterday. How could it possibly be disconnected?
At first, she thought Rong Yan was deliberately not answering, but she quickly dismissed that idea.
