"Before Sister Wen Ying came here, she was always in her hometown. She has no experience running a company. I remember asking her, and she said she opened a clinic—just enough to support herself, no one else to worry about…"
Xu Jiali remembered Wen Ying's expression at the time. She hadn't been lying.
Song Jiayan felt a pang of frustration. He had thought this was an opportunity for Xu Jiali. 'Was it all for nothing, then?'
"Anyway, enough about me. That Chen Ming guy didn't seem like a fraud. He must be a friend of Sister Wen Ying's. Soon you'll be a big, famous singer!"
"Oh, right. See if you have any service. The rescue team should be on their way by now, right?"
Song Jiayan pulled out his phone. The result was both unexpected and entirely predictable.
His phone had no signal again. It was, one had to admit, suspiciously convenient.
When they had an emergency, the signal had returned.
And when they were just lazing around, the signal vanished again?
