Hearing the call connect, Ning Xiaofei felt a surge of joy and took a light breath, ready to speak.
But Mu Tianye didn't give her the chance to speak, he erupted into the receiver.
"How many times do I have to tell you, stop bringing up Ning Xiaofei's name, I don't know and I don't want to know!"
Seeing the apartment's number, he thought it was Sister Liu calling again about Ning Xiaofei; it never occurred to him that it would be Ning Xiaofei herself on the other end of the line.
Bang!
The call was disconnected.
"Tian..."
Ning Xiaofei's voice was immediately cut off by the dial tone.
Powerlessly hanging up the receiver and placing it back on the phone, Ning Xiaofei stared at the phone in front of her, her brow furrowing even more.
On the other end of the phone,
Mu Tianye slumped back onto the sofa, taking the wine glass from the coffee table, but then stopped, frowning.
Could it be that the girl hasn't come back yet?
What if she's really gotten into some trouble?
