Jiang Nuan hurriedly went to the square across the street, walking Little Potato, and let its leash go so it could play with other dogs. She found a seat to sit down, took out her phone, and stared blankly at the contacts on the screen.
Fu Yi's name lay quietly in the phonebook.
The last call was from a month ago, on the day she was stood up. She called him one last time but didn't get through.
"If you want to know where he is, just ask him. If it's you, he'll definitely tell you."
Jiang Nuan recalled Xu Qingrong's words, and a bitter smile appeared on her face. Her fingers kept rubbing the phone screen, but she didn't have the courage to make the call.
She was so focused that she didn't notice how easy it was to accidentally touch a touchscreen phone.
The call went through directly.
By the time Jiang Nuan snapped back to her senses, the call had already connected, and the 'beep' sound from the phone startled her, so she hurriedly hung up.
Now it's a disaster!
