He put down his phone, took two steps, then picked it back up.
In the end, he dialed the number.
The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.
Wen Wan's voice came from the other end of the line, thick with nasality. She had clearly been crying. "Class President..."
Jiang Sifan's heart clenched. He quickly asked, "What's wrong? Were you crying?"
Wen Wan was silent for a moment before whispering, "It's nothing."
Jiang Sifan grew anxious. "Tell me the truth. What happened?"
"My mom is making me go on a blind date. We're supposed to meet tomorrow," Wen Wan fell silent again, her voice trembling as she continued, "She said if I don't agree, she won't let me go back to school."
His fears were confirmed. 'So that's what it is.' He said urgently, "Wait for me. I'm coming over right now."
Wen Wan quickly protested, "You don't have to, Class President. It's too late..."
Jiang Sifan cut her off. "Just wait."
