Lu Yan stood quietly beside her, watching as she made a phone call to Li Zimo.
Soon, the call connected.
One could see Lin Xiaotian's expression switch from anxiety to excitement in an instant; she immediately turned away, her back to Lu Yan, and asked hurriedly, "Li Zimo, where are you right now? I'm lost; please come back and pick me up quickly."
Whatever Li Zimo said on the other end, Lin Xiaotian's voice became somewhat angry as she retorted, "You're blaming me when it was clearly them who deliberately left me behind and called me a bad woman? How could they even accuse me of bullying them? Li Zimo, what's with these relatives and friends of yours? Alright, alright, I'll stop talking about it. Please, just hurry up and come get me. This phone? It belongs to a passerby who happened to be a classmate, so I borrowed it. Anyway, just come quickly. I'm at an intersection, if you walk back, you'll see me soon. Okay, got it; I'll wait for you."
