Gu Enen was startled, then she reluctantly bent over to reach for her phone. Her hands trembling, she grabbed the phone and quickly searched for Lu Yifan's number, dialing it. The phone rang once, then again, but no one picked up.
Gu Enen felt her blood rushing faster within her. She had experienced this feeling once before. When she had lost Han Chengchi's child, it had been like this. Was she about to lose Lu Yifan's child as well?
Gu Enen, refusing to give up, dialed Lu Yifan's number once more. This time, the call was answered, but it was a delicate, watery female voice, "Yifan is unavailable right now, please stop calling."
Then the call was abruptly disconnected.
Those words cut off as if severing Gu Enen's last strand of hope. She clutched her lower abdomen, her complexion pale, and stared blankly at her phone for a long, long time. Then, she began to enter a string of eleven digits.
