Three minutes passed, then five, and still no reply. It was almost half past twelve. Maybe he fell asleep long ago, she thought.
But a cold knot was tightening in the pit of her stomach; that feeling of unease was now even stronger.
Xiaojue never used to be like this—no matter how late, he would always reply to her text messages shortly after receiving them. But today, she hadn't received any reply.
The phone rang again, but it wasn't from Huang Xiaojue.
"Miss, it's pointless to keep trying to please your mother-in-law..."
She didn't want to discuss this issue any further and changed the topic, "By the way, have you recovered from your AIDS?"
"Hey, Miss, are you senile? I've told you eight hundred times, I'm perfectly healthy. Okay?"
This guy clearly claimed to have several "terminal illnesses"—and then suddenly, he's perfectly healthy! I just don't get it.
