While Bai Yiran was explaining her work, her phone rang. The caller ID showed an international number. She thought it was a representative sent by the police, so she immediately answered the call.
"Hello? Any news? When can I set off for F Country?" Bai Yiran's voice was urgent. At this moment, she couldn't care less about whether the meeting was still ongoing or how many pairs of eyes were watching her in the conference room.
On the other end of the line, there was a moment of silence accompanied by a familiar breathing sound. Before the other person could speak, Bai Yiran's eyes had already reddened.
"Leng Yichen, is that you?" she choked out.
"It's me, Yiran," Leng Yichen's deep voice came through the phone.
Tears began to uncontrollably flow down Bai Yiran's face. She covered her eyes with her hand and started to cry, "I've missed you so much..."
Bai Yiran's voice sounded like a child who had endured too much grievance, pitifully complaining to an adult.
