"Why can't I ever get through?!"
Liu Feng was really anxious.
What on earth was Lin Xian's phone busy with all the time?
Those old-style beepers?
"Pick up, pick up!"
Liu Feng shouted.
But amidst the irritating busy tone, Lin Xian still did not answer the call.
With a snarl, Liu Feng glared at the dial of the Space-Time Clock.
The timeline was still falling!
0.0000126,
0.0000084,
0.0000042,
0.0000000...
"It's completely plummeted back!"
Liu Feng yelled out loud.
Finally.
The reading on the Space-Time Clock dialed stabilized, no longer changing, and locked at—
[-0.0000042]
"Just pick up the damn phone!"
Liu Feng was beside himself with anger.
Right fist clenched, he pounded on the lab bench!
...
Thud!
In Zhao Yingjun's house, in the bathroom.
It was like a muffled punch to the chest, making Yan Qiaoqiao stagger and nearly lose her balance.
She had gotten up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night.
