Suppressing her humiliation, she took his phone and searched her contact list looking for Qiao Nian's number. After she found it, she entered it into the borrowed phone. Then, she dialed it.
Beep…
Sure enough, the call went through this time.
Jiang Xianrou let out a shaky breath, and her eyes seemed to be covered in a layer of frost. Her face was cold and she was expressionless as she prepared to call her out and question her.
The guard stood not far away, waiting for her to return his phone.
Jiang Xianrou was ready, and yet…
The phone only rang once before it was hung up.
"I'm sorry, the user you're calling is busy. Please call again later." She heard the mechanical female voice in her ear as if she had been slapped.
Unwilling to give up, she called again.
This time, it was even faster.
"Sorry, the user you're calling is busy. Please call again later…"
