An Lan stood up from Huo Zhanting's embrace, quickly walked to the table, picked up the phone, and saw an unfamiliar number from M Country calling in. Her hand holding the phone trembled slightly. Because she was so excited, her palm became sweaty, and she couldn't answer the phone for a while.
In the end, it was Huo Zhanting who held her trembling hand, swiped the green answer button, and put it on speaker. An Lan held her breath, staring intensely at the words "in call," afraid that her hopes would turn to disappointment. Just then, she heard a familiar voice in her ear.
"Sis, it's me, An Xuan. Can you hear me?" An Xuan's crisp voice had become hoarse and unpleasant, but An Lan still recognized that it was her brother's voice. Hearing his voice again, An Lan's tears uncontrollably slipped from the corners of her eyes.
She was almost sobbing uncontrollably. An Xuan on the other end of the line did not hear any sound and became a little anxious, "Sis, can you hear me?"
