The phone rang at that moment, breaking the quiet that had enveloped the area.
Jiang Weiwei and her three companions all looked visibly upset; things were probably about to get really bad.
As expected, a white woman and a black man who were talking heard the ringtone. Their faces soured immediately, and their eyes fixed on Jiang Weiwei and her group.
The black man strode over, snatched Xin Xiaotong's phone right in front of her, glanced at the four, and then at the contact information on the phone.
Jiang Weiwei and her companions felt their legs weaken, slowly retreating backward.
In front of them, the black man answered the phone.
Suddenly, Aunt Xin's voice came through from Xiaotong's phone.
"Xiaotong, when are you coming back? It's so late, come back with Sister Xiaoyu soon!"
"Xiaotong, why aren't you responding to me?"
"Xiaotong, where are you now?"
The black man answered the phone, laughing continuously.
