Everyone dies at one point.
Either physically.
Or socially.
Right now, Lin Nianhe felt that what she had cut off wasn't just the phone call, but her lifeline.
With Su Yuncheng's hearing not being inferior to hers, he must have heard every word she blurted out.
The reason he didn't interrupt her was probably simple.
He wanted to keep listening!
If it were her, she wouldn't have interrupted either!
Lin Nianhe covered her heart and sat beside the phone for a while, until the phone rang three times, then she picked it up as if resigning to her fate.
"Hello, I am Lin Nianhe."
Her tone was quite ordinary, as if the person who had called back to the No.88 Courtyard wasn't her.
"Nianhe."
It was Su Yuncheng's voice on the other end of the phone.
"Oh? Brother Yuncheng," Lin Nianhe exclaimed in surprise, "What a coincidence, you called me just as I got back to the hotel!"
Su Yuncheng: "Were you sent back by eight porters?"
