But in the end, soon, the phone automatically lit up.
Lu Yinxing quickly picked up the phone.
Sure enough, there were a few missed calls.
But they weren't from Xia Ye.
It was a string of numbers.
But this number had appeared on Lu Yinxing's phone before.
This is Shen Fei Lin's phone number.
Shen Fei Lin had called Lu Yinxing before.
But Lu Yinxing hadn't saved her number.
Lu Yinxing scrolled from top to bottom.
There were a total of nineteen missed calls, sixteen of them from Shen Fei Lin.
The other three were from the home landline.
Yet none of them were from Xia Ye's number.
Lu Yinxing couldn't quite say what she was feeling.
It wasn't entirely disappointment.
It seemed there was also a sense of inevitability.
Lu Yinxing even found it a bit ironic.
But Lu Yinxing thought the funniest thing was herself.
She ran away from home, didn't want to see Xia Ye, didn't want to talk to him, even a bit out of spite.
