Looking at the familiar number, Mu Qian's thick Jian Mei eyebrows involuntarily furrowed.
The phone rang a few times, and it seemed like there was some hesitation on the other end before it was finally picked up on the sixth ring.
Wen Jiaren saw the name on her phone, thought of the events at the Mystic Sect that day, and also of Mr. Ding's words. The Wen Family was still able to live peacefully, and she should thank Ding Chenmo for that.
She answered the call and softly said, "Senior Brother Ding."
Ding Chenmo's magnetic voice came through the phone, starting off by asking, "Where are you right now?"
Wen Jiaren hesitated for a moment before saying, "I don't know where I am; I don't recognize this place."
