The droning beeping resonated in Ling Chuxia's ears, her heart pounding as wildly as ever, her hand clutching the phone, unwittingly breaking out in a thin sweat.
The prolonged beeping continued for so long that Ling Chuxia thought Shi Che wouldn't answer the call, but suddenly, the call connected, and a low, indifferent voice came through, "What is it?"
Ling Chuxia's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly her tongue seemed to tie up, unable to utter a word. The other end sounded increasingly impatient, and the tone grew colder, "Speak up!"
Sister Hua, watching Ling Chuxia's dazed look, couldn't stand it and, disregarding respect, reached out and pushed her shoulder, silently mouthing, "Young Madam, speak up!"
That's when Ling Chuxia snapped back to reality, gripping her hands tightly, and began in a low voice, "Young, Young Master... are... are you... coming home today?"
It was such a simple sentence, but Ling Chuxia stuttered it out, lifelessly.
