She pulled open the BMW car door and sat down inside.
She looked down at her mobile phone and sat in the driver's seat for a while. Clenching her teeth, she still dialed the familiar phone number.
"Beep..."
The electronic tone rang for about ten seconds.
Just when it was about to automatically hang up, the person on the other end picked up the phone.
Chi Ya felt a surge of joy and raised the corner of her mouth to the mobile phone, shouting, "Brother Chengyan."
"..." What answered her was the crackling sound of static.
Her elated mood suddenly plummeted to the bottom. With one hand, she gripped the steering wheel tightly, gripping so hard that her knuckles turned white. She pursed the corners of her mouth, as if it took all her strength to finally speak, "I called to ask you a question."
"What question?"
