The more she thought about it, the more frightened and worried she became. Even though her call had been hung up, Xia Weiyi still mustered the courage to dial again. She only wanted to confirm Ye Che's safety once more directly from Qu Qingge's mouth.
The phone rang for a long while before it was answered.
Qu Qingge, at this moment, was being teased and provoked by Wen Qiyang to the point that her breath had become somewhat unstable, making her voice carry a faint, tremulous waver.
"Yiyi... What's the matter, so late at night?"
Xia Weiyi bit her lip and got straight to the point, "Sister Qingge, I just want to ask, did Mr. Wen visit the prosecutor's office this afternoon? Did he see Ye Che? Was he able to get Ye Che out?"
"This—" Qu Qingge had only spoken a single word when she felt a ticklish sensation on her chest. Looking down, she saw Wen Qiyang had somehow undone her sleepwear and was lying on top of her like a little dog—
