Just then, the ringtone of the mobile phone sounded.
"Ji Yunya, come to me right now," the teenager's gloomy voice was like a demonic chant, he shouted one sentence and then immediately hung up.
Yun Ya hooked the corner of his mouth and stood up to walk out.
Yun Ya knocked on the door, "Come in," the voice was cold enough to form frost.
Yun Ya pushed the door open and walked in; Yan Song was leaning against the head of the bed in a carefree manner, his pair of dark eyes staring intently at Yun Ya.
"Who were you just on the phone with?"
Yun Ya was startled, then smiled and said, "A friend."
"Male or female?" he persisted.
Yun Ya rubbed his temples, "Male."
Yan Song immediately sat up straight, his spine as stiff as a gun barrel, his eyes dead set on Yun Ya.
"How old?"
"Brother Yan, are you taking a census or something?" Yun Ya's brows furrowed slightly.
Yan Song snorted, "Is it that man we saw at the entrance of the residential area earlier?"
Yun Ya sighed, "Yes."
