Wang Xinjun, upon hearing this, mumbled an affirmative and wanted to call Jiangli.
But he couldn't remember Jiangli's phone number.
He only remembered Xia Xin's.
He had known Xia Xin for quite a while and had even memorized his phone number.
Xia Xin and Jiangli were both from Jiaoyang Temple.
It didn't matter which one he called.
With that thought, Wang Xinjun made a call to Xia Xin.
On the other end.
Xia Xin was pestering Jiangli, inquiring about Wang Xinjun's situation.
"Great Ancestor, Uncle Wang's daughter will be fine, right?"
With her phone in hand, looking at a game strategy guide, Jiangli heard Xia Xin's words but couldn't be bothered to even lift her eyelids, "Mhm."
Despite her dismissive answer, Xia Xin was still worried. He grasped Jiangli's hand, "Great Ancestor, at a time like this, can you stop looking at game guides!"
