But how could she not be worried?
She was worried to death, and scared to death.
More and more fear surged from the depths of her heart, like snakes hissing and wrapping around her heart, her neck, her limbs...
She felt her breathing becoming difficult, her body slid to the ground weakly, leaning softly against the wall, gasping for air.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
At this moment, she wasn't really in the mood to answer the phone, but as soon as the phone rang, her expression changed sharply, and she quickly pulled the phone out of her bag.
She looked down at the unfamiliar number flashing on the screen, her heart stopped for a moment, her trembling fingers gently pressed down on it.
"Hello." She bit her lip tightly, her voice trembling.
There was no immediate response from the other side, but silence for a moment, about a minute, before a cool and magnetic voice sounded low: "Scarlett, you finally answered my call?"
