The cabinet doors were shut tight, and Gao Ming, his entire body inscribed with blessing characters, clutched a pen. He didn't continue writing in his diary, his eyes locked on the continuously vibrating phone.
Grandma's voice messages came one after another, like death-hastening notes.
If Gao Ming didn't answer, the voice messages wouldn't stop. Their sending frequency increased, as if to drive a person mad.
A minute later, the voice messages suddenly stopped, and a video invitation box popped up on the phone. Grandma's black-and-white profile picture looked particularly chilling, as if she wanted to crawl out of the vibrating phone.
"A video invite?"
With a face full of written characters now somewhat distorted, Gao Ming hesitated for a moment, and then chose to accept the video call.
