"Ring, ring."
Even after the phone rang seven or eight times, no one picked it up.
Fu Ge pursed his thin lips and furrowed his thick eyebrows. His tight jawline showed just how restless he was at the moment.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is not available at the moment. Please call at a later time."
No one picked up the call?
In the past, he wouldn't have been so bothered.
Ever since Qiao Chen went to Beijing, she had been very busy with schoolwork. She usually only had the free time to return his messages and calls at night.
But this time around, Fu Ge's heart seemed to have a rope tightly binding it. The more he failed to contact Qiao Chen, the angrier he got.
So, he did not wait for her to get back to him as before.
Without a pause, he once again dialed Qiao Chen's phone number.
"Ring, ring." This time around, the call went through after ringing seven or eight times.
