"She didn't show up!" Yi Luowa's heart jumped into her throat. "What did she say when she left?"
"She said you could call her and tell her to meet you in the capital. I sent a car to drop her off. The driver said he delivered her to the café you specified before heading back."
"Second Uncle, she tricked you. I forgot to ask for her number that day. How could I call her without her phone number?" Yi Luowa frowned. "Don't worry, give me her number, and I'll find her myself."
Yi Weiyang quickly went to Huo Li to get the phone number and handed it to Yi Luowa.
Pressing her lips tightly, Yi Luowa forcefully tapped the screen to dial the eleven-digit number.
Tong Airui's mouth twitched slightly, "Why are you tapping with such strength? You're going to break your finger."
"I'm imagining the phone is her face—the face of that troublesome little liar!" Yi Luowa finished stabbing the eleven digits and held the phone to her ear, anxiously waiting.
