"Okay, I’ll call them to co right away, just hold on..."
Wen Xiao’ai took the phone from Jun Moyan’s pocket, entered her own phone’s unlock password, and successfully turned on the screen.
The lock screen passwords for both of their phones were the sa.
Wen Xiao’ai awkwardly opened the dialer, looking at the rows of contact nas, but she didn’t recognize a single one.
"Jun Moyan, which one is Qing Yi?"
Wen Xiao’ai held the phone with her hands stained red with his blood, shaking in fear, her eyes filled with tears.
"..."
However, Jun Moyan didn’t respond to her question.
Wen Xiao’ai looked up, only to see Jun Moyan with his eyes closed, leaning motionlessly against the car seat.
His brows were furrowed tightly in pain, and his face, a deathly gray as if poisoned, was full of agony.
"Jun Moyan, don’t sleep, I’m scared all alone..."
Seeing Jun Moyan had passed out, Wen Xiao’ai was even more anxious and afraid. She wiped her tears away, saring blood all over her face.
With no other option, she could only try calling the first number on the phone, planning to go through them one by one.
Unaware that the first number was actually her own.
The phone rang but no one answered until it automatically hung up.
Wen Xiao’ai moved the phone away from her ear, wiping the tears blurring her vision, and then realized why the number and na seed familiar—it was her own number.
At that mont, Wen Xiao’ai truly hated herself for not learning to read properly back then.
Internally cursing herself for being useless, Wen Xiao’ai imdiately dialed the second number.
Yet, like the first, this number was also unanswered.
Furious and impatient, Wen Xiao’ai almost wanted to throw the phone away.
If she knew the way to Huiwu Garden, she would’ve taken Jun Moyan back herself.
Biting her lip, Wen Xiao’ai forced herself to remain calm and dialed the third number.
This ti, it connected quickly.
But it wasn’t the voice she hoped for.
"Calling in the middle of the night, are you looking for trouble?"
Wen Xiao’ai was crying, drenched in sweat, her face covered in both tears and blood, unable to calm herself down. Her mind was filled with Jun Moyan’s words, "Find Qing Yi," so when she heard Shangguan Yu’s voice, she hung up without thinking, not even considering asking Shangguan Yu for help.
Leaving Shangguan Yu utterly baffled on the other end.
Shangguan Yu blinked, yawning as he got out of bed, ruffled his ssy short hair, and redialed, but no one answered, and later it even said the line was busy.
"Wrong number?"
That shouldn’t be.
Even though Jun Moyan didn’t talk much, if he dialed the wrong number, he would at least say sothing to avoid the other party thinking sothing happened and calling back.
And Jun Moyan knew how talkative he was, even if he dialed by mistake, he’d chat a little considering his talkative nature.
Could it be that Jun Moyan’s sister-in-law was playing with his phone?
Thinking of Wen Xiao’ai, Shangguan Yu rembered that crappy childhood friend Jun Moyan ntioned.
Shangguan Yu slapped his forehead.
"That Jun kid, maybe he’s pissed off again by that stupid childhood friend, wanted to call and talk about it, but was afraid I’d make fun of him, so he hung up."
The more Shangguan Yu thought about it, the more likely it seed. Why else would he be looking for him at this hour?
"Coward, really a coward, I wouldn’t actually laugh at you, I’m just concerned, okay?"
Shangguan Yu cursed a few more tis, redialed again, but was still told the line was busy.
"Really can’t stop worrying."
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