Listening to the beeping sound on the phone, Rong Jiaojiao clutched the phone, her hands almost trembling with anger.
She returned to her room just as her phone rang; it was Shen Xingwei calling back.
Rong Jiaojiao looked at the phone, feeling a surge of jealousy.
Because he cared about Rong Qingqing, he couldn't wait even a moment, urging her like this?
After a long while, Rong Jiaojiao gritted her teeth and answered the call. Listening to Shen Xingwei's anxious inquiry, Rong Jiaojiao used all her restraint not to lash out at him.
She mustered all her endurance to suppress the fire within her, then spoke with a gentle voice, tinged with helplessness.
"Xingwei, I can't reach Qingqing either. I used the landline at home, and as soon as she heard it was me, she cursed me a few times before directly hanging up. When I called back, she wouldn't answer."
Rong Jiaojiao's voice was soft, "I know I owe her; even though her words were unpleasant, I won't blame her or get angry."
