"...Jiayang?"
"Who else could it be?"
"I just got home. Got held up in Shenyang with some stuff. My parents have been giving me an earful too."
As I heard her voice, I actually lost all my anger. The scolding I had blurted out earlier felt a bit melodramatic. Calming myself down, I tried to speak in a lower voice, "What happened? You should at least make a call if you're tied up. Did you miss the train? What did you take to get home?"
"Ah, a coach."
"I really don't know what to do with you. I was close to coming to find you. Qiao Fei, how many times has this happened now?"
"Ah."
She sighed on the other end, and my heart softened instantly. I vaguely felt something was off, "What's wrong with you? Why is your voice so hoarse?"
"I'm a bit tired. I won't talk to you anymore. The call is damn expensive."
