Wen Qing looked at the injury on his hand and had no intention of making dinner. I called Han Yixin, but I didn't expect that she didn't get through.

He frowned slightly, looked at the disconnected phone, and called again, but still no one answered.

Wen Qing then put down her phone. Her best friend basically couldn't take care of herself in life. Her phone was often unavailable, so she didn't think much about it.

Looking at the sky that was about to get dark, I opened the ...