On the way back, Yun Ya fell asleep in the car.
She suddenly awoke with a start, which startled Yan Song: "What's wrong?"
"I haven't told Aunt Zhuang yet, she must be very worried." Yun Ya's phone was dead, so she fished Yan Song's phone out of his coat pocket and called Zhuang Xiyue under Yan Song's amused gaze.
After reporting that she was safe, Zhuang Xiyue was so worried she cried.
The specific details were hard to explain over the phone, so Yun Ya didn't say much before hanging up.
"Aren't you going to explain it to me?" Yan Song's dangerous voice sounded above her head.
Yun Ya's heart trembled slightly, "Didn't you already know? Why ask me?"
"By putting yourself in danger, do you even know how worried I was?" Yan Song's voice still carried a hint of fear. He couldn't even imagine the situation if Yun Ya hadn't prepared beforehand; just thinking about it made him want to tear Ye Xiaoxiao apart.
