In the room that was as quiet and gloomy as a cemetery, only the ringing of the phone reverberated.
Xu Yi couldn't guess what was on Si Yehan's mind and couldn't figure out whether he wanted to answer this call or not. He stood there, frozen, with the phone raised. He had a sense of foreboding about this call; he hoped master would ignore it.
The atmosphere became more and more unbearable with each ring; the ringing was like a bomb ticking away.
Xu Yi's nerves were frazzled, and probably because he was so flustered, his hand slipped and he accidentally pressed the button to answer.
In the next second, Ye Wanwan's usual grotesque face appeared on the screen.
Damn! It's over…
At the other end, Ye Wanwan had waited for a very long time and saw that the phone was just about to automatically end the call. Right at that moment, the screen flashed and the video call was finally connected.
