At the same time, Ji Ziyin's private residence.
No one picked up when she called Liao Quan. Frowning, she called him again. This time, a mechanical and cold female voice told her that the other party had turned off his phone…
Ji Ziyin was not a fool. She understood after giving it some thought.
—Liao Quan refused to answer her call!
Ji Ziyin's chest felt as if it was weighed down by a thousand pounds. She gripped her cell phone tightly and did not move for a long time.
Until the old servant walked over and made her a cup of coffee. She placed it on the table and whispered, "Miss, the Blue Mountain you wanted."
Ji Ziyin seemed to have woken up from a dream. She lowered her hand and said, "Put it on the table."
The servant placed the coffee cup by her usual seat and then returned to the kitchen.
Ji Ziyin sat on the sofa dejectedly looking down at her cell phone.
Liao Quan's phone number was still on the screen.
