Assuming Yao Zibao hasn't changed his phone number, she dialed his old cell number. After a series of rings, the line was open, but no one answered.
Had the phone been transferred to someone else, or had something happened to him, making him unable to answer? Song Binbin was starting to panic.
Song Yubin, by this time, had already quietly left the room, leaving her to decide for herself. As her brother, he felt like a lost lamb, inexperienced in such matters, and was afraid that giving random advice might cause more trouble for his sister.
Song Binbin flopped back onto the bed, tapping on the virtual keyboard of her phone, and sent a text message. She chose not to bombard him with call after call, to avoid triggering any annoyance on his part.
Following that, she kept looking at her phone screen, waiting for his reply.
In the living room, Song Yaozhi was slowly leafing through the newspaper, a habit and hobby of hers.
