The next morning, Chai Chen's call came through.
Hearing his voice, Ye Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Xiao Zhun was worried sick because he couldn't reach you last night."
She spoke of Xiao Zhun's anxiety, but what about her? Had she ever worried about Fu Xingzhou?
"My phone died yesterday, and when I went to charge it, I found the charger port was broken."
In the dead of night, he didn't go out to buy a new charger; instead, he borrowed one from a neighbor first thing in the morning.
Upon turning on his phone, he saw missed calls and her WeChat messages.
"Are you off work today?" Chai Chen remembered her mentioning it during dinner the day before.
"My sister said she's moving stuff." Ye Zhun's voice floated over from the other end.
Ye Yan tossed a towel at him, "Hurry up and wash your face; you're filthy."
"I happen to be off today too, I'll be your free labor."
