Thinking of this, she inexplicably felt an impulse to cry. It wasn't that she was being melodramatic; she just genuinely felt uncomfortable.
As she hesitated, the ringing of the phone, which had been incessantly going off, suddenly stopped, and immediately the screen went dark.
Ning Wan's eyes widened as she looked at the now black screen in her hand. She was startled, and with trembling fingers, she turned the screen back on and clearly saw the missed call notification.
Not answering his call—could Xi Mohan be... angry?
Just the thought of it filled her with a sudden sense of fear,
On the other side, the man saw the call was automatically disconnected, and his face indeed darkened. But after calculating the current local time in An City, it seemed to be around 10 or 11 PM, at which time Ning Wan should probably be asleep, which eased his mind somewhat.
Still, he immediately dialed the number again.
