Zhang Yufang puts down the phone, and the expression on her face is a little unchangeable.

Just two eyes turning slightly, she seems to be thinking quickly.

Huo Jiaying, hearing the ringing, looks down from on the second floor, seeing Zhang Yufang standing motionlessly by the telephone, and then asks, “Mommy, what’s wrong? Who called?”

“It’s a woman...”

“Woman?” Huo Jiaying feels strange, thinks about it, and then her eyebrows frown again, “Is it ...