Chen Juncai noticed something was off and didn't ask further. The two of them walked on in silence.
Chen Juncai's phone rang again. It was the same unregistered number. He frowned slightly. This time, he hung up directly and turned off his phone.
"Is it a friend?" asked Liang Qiaoqiao.
"Not sure. I'll call back and ask when we get down the mountain!"
Liang Qiaoqiao was puzzled, but she also did not want to pry any further.
Just then, Liang Qiaoqiao's phone rang.
She reached for her phone, hesitated slightly, it was also a strange number. The number appeared to be from the same person who'd just called Chen Juncai.
Chen Juncai's face changed abruptly. Liang Qiaoqiao was puzzled, "Could it be the makeup artist or stylist's number, urging us to hurry up?"
As she prepared to answer the call, Chen Juncai quickly grabbed her hand. "Don't pick it up!"
Liang Qiaoqiao froze, looking at Chen Juncai with confusion. "Why not? You refuse to answer it, and you won't let me answer it?"
