"I'll call her right now."
Yu Tingting had always known Zhou Xingyan to be gentle and understanding, never someone prone to unusual behavior. Thinking of this, Tingting grew genuinely anxious. She bit her cherry-red lips nervously, her delicate eyebrows knitting together ever so slightly. Picking up her phone, she quickly dialed a number.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently off." A cold, robotic voice echoed from Zhou Xingyan's phone.
"Xixia, what should we do?" Yu Tingting's heartfelt worry for her close friend was evident. At this moment, the usually decisive young woman was at a loss. A trace of panic seeped into her voice, her clear eyes fluttering with unease. She turned to Shang Xixia for answers.
