Zhang Ma was trembling, uncertain whether she should make the call or not.
An Yunhua snatched the phone and dialed the number skillfully, only to hear a disconnected tone. She looked puzzled, "How could this be? Did I dial the wrong number? It's this one... How did it become disconnected? Wanwan, what's your dad up to?"
Xiang Wan pursed her lips, feeling unbearably sad inside, yet she could only play along with her mother's act, "That can't be right, right? Maybe dad is too busy and has his phone set to do not disturb? There's a new feature like that recently where calls get a disconnected message when it's on do not disturb."
"Is that so?" An Yunhua was half convinced, "I didn't know that."
"Mom, you never paid attention to these things, but I know about it," Xiang Wan wrested the phone from her hand, "Enough, let's have some tea."
An Yunhua was still pondering the situation, "What a strange feature, who designed this with no brains?"
No one dared to join in the conversation.
