"Who are you? Where did you find this phone?"
An Yin was certain the voice belonged to Shen Jingrou, albeit her tone sounded quite anxious. An Yin timidly placed the phone beside the man's hand, remaining silent.
"Hello? Are you still listening?" Shen Jingrou's voice echoed again.
"It's me."
Bao Shaojin leaned lazily against the car seat, his dark eyebrows and clear eyes, his cold voice drifting throughout the car.
An Yin's little heart inexplicably tightened.
The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds before a voice, filled with disbelief, spoke, "B-big brother, is it really you?"
Shen Jingrou was indeed quite shocked.
"Yes."
Compared to Shen Jingrou's enthusiasm, the man was much colder.
