As the sun set, Yan Yuling was eating takeout while writing her novel in her dormitory.
Since she didn't know whether the company would accept her proposal, she decided to write her novel in her free time.
While she was concentrating on writing, her phone suddenly rang, startling her. She patted her chest and looked at the caller's name. When her eyes saw the name, she almost dropped her phone.
"What does he want from me?" she muttered.
She didn't dare to answer the phone or put down her phone. So, she could only watch the phone screen go dark after the call was hung up automatically.
On the other side of the world, Feng Zhexuan was sitting in his office, holding his mobile phone. He tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair, his lips forming a straight line.
Thinking of Yan Yuling's frightened eyes when she saw him, he frowned and muttered, "Did I scare her by calling her directly? Maybe I should send her a message instead."
