One Word: Yes (Yuying)

Yuying isn't even surprised anymore at this point. After all, this was going to be her third call of the day. Also known as her third time getting interrupted while she's doing something else.

Given that Yuying still had tons of texts that she'd yet to open and tons of missed calls that she'd yet to return, Yuying presumes that whoever's calling her at this moment must be one of the many people who'd dropped her a text or tried to call her. 

And so, Yuying lazily rolls over onto her stomach and reaches for her buzzing phone, which was just chilling on the far end of her bed. Yuying doesn't know how or when her phone got there, but she figures she must've unconsciously hurled it to the side of her bed when she'd flounced back and decided to have a staring contest with the ceiling.