"Hmm."
Wen Ran nodded, pulled her hand out of Mo Xiuchen's grasp, and left with Jing Xiaocha.
They had just left for less than five minutes when Feng Wanfeng arrived.
She followed behind Qing Feng, and as soon as she entered the room, the phone rang sharply.
Feng Wanfeng's face changed, subconsciously thinking it was Yao Dewei calling, and her hand that reached for the phone trembled.
Mo Xiuchen and the others saw her emotion but their expressions remained unchanged.
The call was not from Yao Dewei. Upon seeing the name Tang Yang, the tight string in Feng Wanfeng's heart suddenly snapped.
"Hello."
She pressed the answer button somewhat urgently, with an indescribable emotion spilling from her lips.
"I just got off the plane and saw the news. Don't worry."
Tang Yang's voice came low and calm through the phone, like a shot of adrenaline piercing through space into Feng Wanfeng's heart.
