Before the echo of his voice died down, a phone call came through, the very sound of a ringing phone he now feared the most but also desperately wanted to hear.
He feared it because he feared receiving bad news. But he also wanted to hear it just in case there was news about Lu Weixi, or perhaps the company's situation had improved?
The ringing of the phone was like the grating noise of a metal scraping across porcelain. Qin Zhiyou didn't speak, and no one else dared to answer. Perhaps he was indeed too tired after such a long time without rest, even his reactions were half a beat too slow. By the time he thought to answer it, the call had already been disconnected. He glanced at the caller ID; he recognized the area code, 001 – it was from America.
