Murong Qiao originally wanted to ignore Nan Xuan. After all, she felt that the two of them had nothing to say to each other.
However, Nan Xuan called again and again, as if he had no intention of giving up. The sound of her cell phone vibrating also made her feel frustrated.
"Qiaoqiao?" Even Yang Xin couldn't help but ask her. "Who is it? Don't you want to answer the phone?"
The vibration was so loud that she could hear it clearly even when she was lying on the bed. Yang Xin counted about five or six times before she finally popped her head out to ask.
She sighed. "I'm sorry to disturb you. I'll answer it."
Helpless, Murong Qiao could only stop writing and took her phone to the small balcony at the end of the dormitory.
"What?" She picked up the call, her tone impatient.
