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âAre you okay?â
Rong Yan glanced at her wristwatch, the back-and-forth hustle had made it seven oâclock.
Damn it, damn it, Little Baby was still waiting for her.
She now felt like her ass was on fire, impatient to rush back immediately.
Zhong Yuye, who was almost out of strength from being tormented by the gunshot wound on his shoulder, noticed her agitation. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flicked through his eyes, and his rose-colored, thin lips parted, âIf I had a problem, would you stay?â
Without even thinking, Rong Yan bluntly said, âNo!â
â Her answer was too crisp! It was so blunt that Zhong Yuyeâs throat tight, feeling inexplicably gloomy. Getting up from the sofa and touching the injury on his shoulder, he said indifferently, âIâm fine, you can go.â
âOK, then Iâm leaving.â
Rong Yan said she would leave and did just that, opening the door and departing with decisive strides.
By the time she left the complex, the sky outside had darkened slightly. As she walked on, her heart burned with urgency while she fumbled for her phone in her bag. Muttering to herself, âStrange, why havenât Duidui and Li Shengxiao called Câ
She looked at her phone.
Her heart instantly turned cold.
Damn it!
The black, pitch-black screen of the phone was silently mocking her.
âDead battery? Really?â Rong Yan was at her witâs end, her temples throbbing fiercely as she pressed the power button several times.
It wouldnât turn on because it really was off.
The pitch-black phone screen was taunting her brazenly.
âItâs over, itâs really overâ¦â Now Rong Yan wasnât just anxious, she was truly burning up.
How could the phoneâs battery die just at the right moment? She thought it over, and for Duidui and Li Shengxiao, it wasnât like them not to have contacted her by this time.
Which meant that Little Baby and Li Shengxiao might have already tried to call her, only to find her phone switched off!
Li Shengxiao might be okay, but Duidui⦠Rong Yan could hardly bear to imagine Little Babyâs expression. She quickly found a convenience store on the roadside, took out fifty yuan from her bag, and said anxiously to the owner, âCan I borrow your charging cable? My phoneâs dead⦠I wonât charge for free, hereâs the money.â
Having run his store for a while, the convenience store owner had never encountered such a request from a customer. He was taken aback, not quite knowing how to react.
âUmâ¦â
Rong Yan clasped her hands together and looked at him with urgent pleading, âPlease, let me charge my phone a little. Iâm in a real emergency, and my phone is dead.â
Seeing that she seemed genuinely desperate, the owner, despite finding her request odd, hesitated before saying, âForget about charging, do you need to make a call to someone? I can lend you my phone for that.â
The owner handed her his phone without taking the fifty yuan Rong Yan had offered.
Rong Yan took his phone, looking embarrassed but persistent, âAre you sure I canât just charge my phone? I donât remember the phone numbers.â
She had never made a point of remembering Li Shengxiaoâs phone number; even if she had her phone, she wouldnât be able to call without the number.
âYou donât remember the phone number?â The convenience store owner was also flabbergasted. After staring at each other for a moment, he helplessly pulled out a power strip from the store and said, âSigh, go ahead and charge it, then. I wouldnât have taken your money, just lent you the phone to make the call is all. Who knew you wouldnât even remember your boyfriendâs number. Young people these days are really too casual about relationships. When I pursued my wife, back in the dayâ¦â
He rattled on and on, but Rong Yan wasnât listening to what he was saying anymore; she hurriedly took her phone to charge it..