I suddenly couldn't breathe, and my mind went completely blank.
Just as I opened my mouth, not knowing how to respond, the ringing of my phone suddenly pierced the silence of the room.
I pushed Cheng Yu away and looked, somewhat panic-stricken, toward my phone scattered on the ground amidst the chaos. When I saw the caller ID, I felt a surge of trepidation.
The cops had just left—why would Master Zhao be calling me now?
Perhaps it was a guilty conscience, but the phone in my hand felt like a hot potato. I hesitated for a long moment before answering, and soon an annoyed voice came through.
"Why did it take you so long to answer your phone?"
"I was just getting a beauty treatment," I blurted out.
There was silence on the other end of the line for a while, then the low voice, laced with suspicion, asked, "Are you alone?"
"Just me. I'm getting a private area beauty treatment. It's too embarrassing with too many people around."
