She gradually heard it, and only then realized that it was her own phone ringing.
One ring after another, the melodious tune was like a whiff of floral fragrance in the silent night.
She looked at the phone; it was Xia Ling, that carefree, always chirping girl. But Su Xingyu didn't want to answer. That girl's brightness would burn her heart at this moment.
She stared at the phone without moving, counting the seconds. It took more than ten rings before the ringtone finally stopped, but just as she let out a sigh of relief, it rang again. Su Xingyu wanted to turn off the phone, but at the thought of that girl's persistence, she shivered involuntarily and resignedly answered the call: "Hello, Xiaoling?"
"Xingyu, you finally answered!" As expected, the girl couldn't wait to chirp, "Why didn't you answer when it rang for so long? Where did you and your tyrant go? Weren't you supposed to celebrate his birthday at home today?"
