This number doesn't have any name saved, but she can tell whose number it is at a glance.
A dark glint flashed swiftly in Zhou Yalin's eyes. She clenched her phone tightly and instead of answering it right away, she quickly got into the car, closed the door, and only then did she hurriedly press the answer button.
As soon as it was connected, she couldn't wait to speak, "Didn't I tell you not to call me casually?"
There was a brief silence on the other side before a gentle voice slowly sounded, though now slightly hoarse, "I called you just to ask about one thing."
"What thing?"
There was a pause on the other side, as if hesitating about something, but Zhou Yalin had no patience, urging, "What exactly is it?"
"Is there a possibility for Xinxin's memory to recover?"
An unexpected sentence suddenly reached Zhou Yalin's ears. She was stunned for a second, her complexion changed, "What did you say?"
