The person at the counter didn't even lift their head: "Local call or long distance?"
Zhang Wenjuan replied calmly: "Local call."
She entered the designated phone booth, dialed the number Wu Bingjie had left, and was told to call back in half an hour.
After settling the phone bill, Zhang Wenjuan found a place to sit down, waiting for the time to call again.
Previously, she had put in a lot of effort to return to the city, and finally seized the opportunity by sending a message to Wu Bingjie through someone, promising considerable benefits, which finally gave her the chance to return to the city.
She was actually quite curious about who Wu Bingjie had found that could rescue her from such a remote place.
But since she couldn't figure it out, she decided not to think about it. As long as she could escape that wretched place, that was enough.
As the time approached, she got up and walked back to the counter: "Comrade, I need to make a call."
