Carefully easing the big hand that was wrapped around her waist, Xia Ying finally reached over to the bedside table to find her phone, brought it close, and habitually glanced at the incoming call display. Seeing it was a call from her office, her sleepiness vanished. Receiving a call at this hour could only mean they were in an urgent situation; otherwise, they wouldn't disturb her.
Xia Ying immediately pressed the answer button and asked, "Zang Ya, what's wrong?"
However, Zang Ya didn't respond. All that could be heard were banging and crashing sounds, as if something—or rather, many things—were being smashed. Xia Ying furrowed her brow and called out low into the phone, "Zang Ya, can you hear me speaking? Zang Ya! Beep beep..." The only response Xia Ying got was the beep of a disconnected line.
What's going on?
