Su Nanxing was still worried that Fu Yanzhou would find another excuse, but he actually took out his phone.
"You can make the call," he said, "but you can't call Lu Beiyuan. If you're just reporting that you're safe, call Qiao Muye, alright?"
Su Nanxing, of course, wanted to call Lu Beiyuan the most.
She suddenly disappeared, who knows how desperate Lu Beiyuan would be.
"I know Qiao Muye's number, I'll dial for you," Fu Yanzhou lowered his head to dial, "I'll hold the phone, you just speak. Xingxing, say a few words then hang up, understand?"
Su Nanxing gave a hum in response.
Fu Yanzhou dialed the number and switched on speakerphone.
The dial tone beeped repeatedly.
After seven or eight rings, someone on the other end picked up.
Qiao Muye greeted, and Su Nanxing's tears started falling.
It had only been twenty hours since she left, and Qiao Muye's voice was already hoarse beyond recognition.
"Dad..."
