"Who is it? Is it something urgent for you?" Jiang Xiaobai said, "Go ahead, answer it. It's fine."
Yin Xiangli said, "It's an unknown number. I guess it's another sales call for insurance or cars. I often get those."
Before she finished speaking, Yin Xiangli's phone rang again, but this time it wasn't the previous unknown number; it was Zhang Guoyao's number.
Seeing this number, Yin Xiangli's expression changed. A sense of foreboding surfaced deep within her. She didn't immediately answer, and her hand holding the phone seemed to tremble slightly.
"What's going on?" Jiang Xiaobai got up and walked over to Yin Xiangli's side, saw the name on the display, and said, "It's Zhang Guoyao's call. Why aren't you answering?"
"Xiaobai, I have a bad feeling," Yin Xiangli said.
Jiang Xiaobai laughed, "He's a grown man, nothing will happen. I bet he just ran out of money, has nowhere else to turn, and is coming to ask you for some."
Yin Xiangli took a deep breath and answered the call.
