Song Qing's small fingers landed on Qin Heng's number and pressed it.
About one or two seconds later, the dial interface popped up on the phone. The signal was quite unstable and flashing, as if it would be disconnected or power cut at any time.
Three seconds ...
Four seconds ...
Five seconds ...
There was no response from the phone, and the screen flashed even more rapidly. In the corridor, No. 2 and song qingxiao frowned. Suddenly, there was a long 'du' sound on the phone.
Song qingxiao's anxious heart immediately returned to its original place. She held her breath, afraid that she would miss out on any information.
'Beep-'
The phone rang again in the middle of the night, which was particularly striking.
Song Qing's eyelids twitched. She could already feel that something was happening. The uneasy atmosphere surrounded her, causing her eyelids to Twitch more and more rapidly.
'Beep-'
After this sound, there was another silent wait.
