"Is... isn't it Gu Yanting?"
Zhuo Ya grabbed Xiao Wan's arm, asking with great emotion.
Looking at the emotionally charged Zhuo Ya, Xiao Wan said helplessly, "Zhuo Ya, you know that's impossible."
Zhuo Ya's initial excitement was like a bucket of cold water had been poured over her.
"Help me check whose number it is."
Having said that, Zhuo Ya went back upstairs.
Xiao Wan contacted a friend at the telecommunications bureau to trace the number's origin.
The number left no trace; it must have been created using some kind of software.
Only a very skilled hacker could have made such a number.
So, the person who called Zhuo Ya was not playing a prank.
Xiao Wan's face was grim as she went upstairs to find Zhuo Ya and relay the situation.
"It was Gu Yanting."
Zhuo Ya was very emotional as she gripped Xiao Wan's arm, her eyes misty with tears.
"It definitely was Gu Yanting."
"He told me to live well; he must want revenge."
