He hung up three times in a row, and each time Sheng Jianan was about to put the phone down, it lit up again, and the caller was the same person each time.
When the screen lit up for the fourth time, Sheng Jianan's brows furrowed into a line. With a flick of his finger, he answered, wanting to lose his temper. Who calls so frequently at night? So frequently that he didn't even have time to turn off the phone.
But the moment the call connected, before he could say anything, the person on the other end had already started speaking: "Tangtang... help... Tangtang, my period started, it hurts so much, Tangtang..."
The person was almost crying as they spoke, their voice weak yet somewhat familiar. Sheng Jianan, with his excellent memory, quickly recognized it seemed to be the person who was with Tang Yanqi today. Was she a roommate?
On the other end of the call, Qi Cheng was almost weakly leaning against the stall door in the restroom.
