Luo Qianqian walked out of Hei Yu's territory with a heavy heart, feeling somewhat dazed by the sunlight. Why was it that she was finding it harder and harder to understand?
She randomly picked a café, took out her phone and sent a message to Luo Xiying. Soon after, she received a reply, which was a string of numbers.
Without any hesitation, Luo Qianqian dialed the numbers directly.
"Hello? Who's this?" The person on the other end was obviously still groggy from sleep, sounding quite impatient.
"Ninety-eight," said Luo Qianqian without hesitating.
There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by the sound of something heavy falling off the bed onto the floor.
"How did you get my number?" asked Shi Bahao, stammering, his voice filled with confusion.
