The next morning.
Daylight broke. No one knew what time it was. A cell phone had been ringing noisily somewhere, either on a bed or table, for some amount of time.
Ring, ring, ring.
Ring, ring, ring.
Suddenly, a sleepy female voice started mumbling.
"Whose phone is that?"
"Shanshan, Shanshan."
"Your cell phone is ringing."
On the other side of the bed, another female voice replied sleepily, "That's not my cell phone's ring tone. It should be yours. Quickly turn it off. Hu, I want to sleep a bit more."
"It isn't mine either."
"Then whose is it?"
"Just turn it off first."
"Where is the phone?"
The two of them were talking.
Suddenly, another voice sounded from the bed, "Huh? That sounds like my cell phone. Who the hell is calling so early in the morning?!" Zhang Ye lifted up the blanket that was covering his face as he ranted impatiently.
