Yan Zao went upstairs, changed her clothes, applied some simple makeup, and then headed to the storage room to open the cabinet where she kept her suitcases. She took out the large suitcase she had packed earlier. She was only bringing Yan Zao's luggage—all the rest were with Dai Xinmeng.
A twenty-eight-inch large suitcase was too heavy for her to carry down the stairs, so she had to take the elevator.
When she got to the elevator, the doors opened just as her phone rang in her purse. She entered the elevator first and then took out her cellphone. The incoming call was from Wen Jing.
What was this guy doing calling her so early?
Normally, he would just be getting out of bed at this hour.
Yan Zao answered the phone, still puzzled, but before she could speak, Wen Jing's anxious voice came from the other end, "Zaozao, Zaozao."
Very worried, very nervous.
This early in the morning, it must be something serious. Yan Zao began to feel nervous too, "What happened?"
