Chapter 330: Do You Know About Nathalie Quinlan's Direct Admission?_1

"Dudu dudu…"

The phone rang seven or eight times without an answer.

Zayn Fisher pursed his thin lips, his thick eyebrows knotted in frustration, it was obvious from the tight lines of his clenched jaw how unsettled he was feeling at the moment.

"...I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later."

No answer?

In the past, he might not have cared, if nobody answered, then nobody answered.

Ever since Ghania Quinlan went to Beijing, she had been busy with a heavy academic workload, usually unable to message or call him until night.

But this time, Zayn's heart felt like it was being tightly bound by an invisible shackle, the more he couldn't get through to Ghania, the more irritated he became.

So he didn't wait for her to return his call as he would have done before.

Almost immediately, he dialed Ghania's phone number again.

"Dudu dudu…" This time, after seven or eight rings, the call connected quickly.