Very soon, Yan Yue's gaze landed on a strange number with no remark attached. He bit his lip again, knitted his brows hard, his eyes looking tangled. But before long, the Demon Sect Leader Yan Yue still dialed the number.
The line went through, but whoever was on the other end was clearly busy with something and just didn't pick up. Yan Yue was annoyed and impatient, but he still forced himself to wait. After a moment, a rich, magnetic voice finally came from the other side. That person seemed to be in quite a good mood, laughter in his tone as he said to Yan Yue, "I was just wondering why magpies kept chirping all day—turns out it's you, Yan Yue. Long time no see. So? You need something from me? Weren't you the one who said you'd never contact me again? I thought you'd long since forgotten my number. Didn't expect you to actually call. I'm truly touched—deeply touched, Yan Yue. Do you know, all these years I often think back on us..."
