Zhang Yu heard the phone ringing at home, looked up at the outside, and found it was already very dark.
Just as she was about to stand up, she realized her legs were numb. Well, after lying on the floor for so long, it would be odd if they weren't.
With some difficulty, after waiting for them to recover a bit, by the time she got to the phone, the other person had hung up.
Feng Liya hung up the phone and slowly shook her head at Zhang Tao, "No one answered."
Zhang Tao couldn't help feeling a little displeased, wondering where she could have gone.
At that moment, the phone rang, and Feng Liya quickly picked it up.
Zhang Yu: Mom, did you call?
Hearing her daughter's voice, Feng Liya nodded to Zhang Tao: Yes, it's already past seven, and you haven't come for dinner.
Zhang Yu: I just ate half a watermelon and I'm not very hungry. I'm at home reviewing history and lost track of time.
