Who is it?
A vision of Qian Jiangyue immediately emerged in Mao Mi's mind.
However, the demon was now standing behind her. Uncertain if reaching for her phone would provoke it into suddenly attacking her, she decided to wait.
A familiar melody resonated within the room.
The demon took a step back, remaining silent.
Mao Mi did not move either.
About three seconds later, she sensed something was off— the room's temperature had fallen considerably from before.
Slowly turning her head, she discovered the demon's eyes were fixated on her. Black snow drifted in from the window, landing on the demon's shoulders, blending into its form.
"Do you mind if I take a call?" Mao Mi asked, successfully restraining her fear deep within herself.
"Go ahead," came the voice, even though the demon's lips did not move.
