Lin Yan had a bit too much to drink and leaned dizzily against the wooden chair back in the restaurant, her hand resting on it. Her cheeks were flushed—she was one of those people who would get visibly drunk.
Anna saw Lin Yan's intoxicated state and raised her hand with the back facing up to ask Lin Yan for her phone.
"Give it to me. I'll call your husband to come pick you up."
Lin Yan hiccupped ungracefully, fumbled through her pocket for a while before finally handing her phone to Anna.
"Password 306551."
Anna unlocked the phone, "Whose birthday is this password for?"
Lin Yan said, "Using a birthday is silly, too easy to guess. It's the first digits of the landline number from my home in the village before."
Seeing that Lin Yan was still relatively clear-headed, Anna returned the phone to her, "Here, contact your driver yourself. I'm not in the mood to interfere."
Lin Yan took the phone back and dialed Lu Chenyuan's number. It rang for a long time before someone picked up.
