He Longze's phone rang, waiting for the other side to answer.
It was three in the morning now, he thought, perhaps that man was resting and couldn't take his call.
But he really couldn't sleep, and without getting the facts straight, he just couldn't feel at ease.
Unexpectedly, the call was answered, and the man's voice, clearly lazy from being startled awake, asked into the phone, "Who?"
He Longze walked to the edge of the rooftop, gazing at the city's splendor and night scene, and directly cut to the chase with the slightly familiar voice on the other end, "It's me, Ye Lantian's husband, He Longze. Mr. Zhuo wouldn't not recognize me, would he?"
Zhuo Yue, "..."
Suddenly sat up from the bed, looking at the sleeping mother and daughter next to him, he got out of bed quietly, opened the door, and left.
He's always been thinking about how to visit them.
Yet he did not expect He Longze to call so quickly.
