At that moment, the phone rang once again, and the caller ID still showed "Mo Bei."
Feeling a burst of joy, Jiao Yang quickly leaned forward, pressed his tongue on the screen, and answered the call.
"Xiao Bei?!" he rasped, shouting into the phone, "Is that you?"
Hearing Jiao Yang's voice from the other end, Mo Bei felt a lump in his throat, "It's me, Pre... President Jiao, I'm Xiao Bei. Where are you?"
Listening to her voice traveling across a thousand mountains and waters, a gentle warmth rose in Jiao Yang's heart, "Xiao Bei, don't hang up, listen carefully to what I say..."
Due to the effects of the anesthetic and the exertion from struggling, Jiao Yang was extremely exhausted, speaking in short, breathless gasps.
On this end of the call, hearing his voice, Mo Bei's worry surged again, "Okay, don't worry, I won't hang up, I'm listening carefully. Just speak."
