The ringing of the phone again oscillated the caky smog.
Joseph put through the phone immediately, standing at the high steps and holding the phone with one of his hands while the other was put in his pocket. He kept staring at the mountain in the distance, and his eyes were full of uneasiness and worry.
The cold wind swiped his shoulders, blowing his hair, and he looked so grave.
"Thanks for helping me, Wills." He said briefly and then hung up the phone. Joseph rubbed his eyebrows and his temple and felt there was a wire entangled in his cranial nerves, making him feel pain.
Daisy stepped forward, and she could guess the situation when she saw his countenance, so she asked softly. "Isn't there any news from Wills?"
