Qiu Ye seemed to take a few deep breaths before she spoke, her voice somewhat restrained, "Tang Mubei, sorry, the call is late."
Tang Mubei listened to her, no longer focusing on what she was saying, but paying attention to the sound of her breathing and her voice.
"Ye Zi, what's wrong with you? Your voice doesn't sound quite right."
"I'm fine. Are you home now?"
"At home, what's the matter?"
There was a pause on the other end, and he heard another slightly heavy breath before she spoke, "I'm downstairs at your place, can you come down?"
Tang Mubei was startled, jumped up, and quickly walked to the door, "Hold on, I'll be right down."
"Mm." Qiu Ye responded softly on the other end.
He didn't hang up the phone, but another call came through. He frowned and didn't answer it.
He felt something was off with Qiu Ye, a bad intuition creeping into his heart.
He went downstairs and looked around, spotting Qiu Ye's car.
