Holding it in her hand, she flipped it open and glanced at it. The name Gong Shaoyu was clearly imprinted in her mind. After hesitating for a while, she picked up the phone beside her, her fingers sliding across the screen a few times, found the familiar phone number, and pressed dial...
The phone rang a few times before being answered, and Gong Shaoyu's somewhat tired voice came from the other end, "Xinluo, what's the matter for you to call me?"
Ye Xinluo's fingers subconsciously squeezed into the phone. She bit her lower lip, hesitated in her heart, organized her words, and then opened her mouth, "Shaoyu, I, I want to talk to you about something."
"What is it?" The sound of "rustle" came from the other end, as if he was looking for something. After about half a minute, Gong Shaoyu's voice came again.
