An Yeqiu was in a panic.
Zeng Rong on the other end of the phone also advised, "Ye Qiu, don't rush, I'll contact Zou Bin and see what he says."
An Yeqiu didn't know what to do, and for the moment, she could only put all her hopes on Zeng Rong.
Recently, An Li hadn't returned home even once, nor had she called.
Having long been accustomed to venting her anger only at An Li when things went wrong, An Yeqiu felt a congested discomfort in her chest, yet there was no one around for her to vent at.
She picked up her phone and habitually dialed An Li.
An Li's phone rang for a long time before someone on the other end answered.
An Yeqiu shouted into the phone indiscriminately, "An Li, you now! Immediately! Come back to me right away."
An Li's voice was very calm; she asked, "Is there something going on?"
Sure enough, An Yeqiu was momentarily stumped by her question.
An Yeqiu herself didn't even know if there was anything going on; she was just used to having no one to scold.
