Gong Shirao was extremely nervous, suppressing her emotions and taking several deep breaths, "I... I want to ask about Yuxi..."
But before she could finish her question, Zhan Nanjue's phone rang again.
Gong Shirao's voice was interrupted once more.
"..."
Zhan Nanjue hung up the call again.
"Aren't you going to answer the phone first?" Gong Shirao looked at Zhan Nanjue's action of hanging up the call and asked him, "What if it's something very important?"
"There's something more important right now." Zhan Nanjue said, looking into her eyes.
Gong Shirao felt a strange sensation in her heart, and her heartbeat grew faster.
What was the more important thing referring to? Was it the question she was about to ask?
She opened her mouth and felt for a moment as if she was about to lose her voice.
"Don't worry." Zhan Nanjue said to her, comforting her like a child who was too nervous to know what to do: "Whatever you want to ask, I will answer you."
