The phone only rang for a moment, and no one answered until it automatically hung up. Cheng Ziyang furrowed his brow slightly, a trace of worry slipping through his eyes. Could it be that Xinxin is in trouble again?
Remembering what happened last time, Cheng Ziyang's heart trembled slightly. He hurriedly dialed Dong Xin Yan's number again.
Thankfully, this time it only rang a few times before the other side answered. Cheng Ziyang spoke urgently, "Xinxin? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, sorry Ziyang, I'm late. Wait a little for me, I'll be there soon...and I have something to tell you."
Dong Xin Yan's voice was very low, also carrying a hint of hoarseness, heavy and muffled. When she said the last few words, her voice was almost as faint as a whisper.
