After having dinner with her grandfather and avoiding his constant nagging that she should move into the Zhao Main Mansion, instead of living alone in a condo on the other side of the city, Zhao Lifei finally went home.
Collapsing onto her bed, she was prepared to sleep, but then her phone rang. Tiredly, she reached for her purse. Without looking at the contact info, she picked up the phone.
"Hello...?" She tiredly mumbled, her eyes threatening to fall asleep.
"Feifei, are you up?" The quiet and hesitant voice of Yang Ruqin was enough to make Zhao Lifei sit up on her bed.
"Yes, what's up? Are you alright? Is your brother alright?" Zhao Lifei asked. She was no longer exhausted after hearing the worried voice of her friend.
