He Tang reached out her hand but grasped nothing but air.
The cell phone was in Zhang Qian's grasp, while He Tang's hand froze in midair.
Seeing He Tang so anxious, Zhang Qian's gaze shifted toward the screen of the phone.
Indeed, within a moment, a noticeable change appeared on Zhang Qian's expression.
With a tense face, He Tang lunged forward, demanding harshly, "Give me back my phone."
But Zhang Qian dodged the reaching hand and pressed the answer button instead.
Soon, Lin Wei's voice echoed through the living room.
"He Tang, why aren't you replying to my WeChat messages? Where are you staying? I'm coming over to look for you. Also, did you know? I'm so happy today, I won an award... Hello? He Tang, are you listening?"
He Tang stared intently at the cell phone in Zhang Qian's hand, her heart lifting.
"Hello? He..."
Lin Wei's voice came to an abrupt stop as Zhang Qian hung up the call.
