She lightly said 'hello' into the phone.
A familiar voice echoed from the other end.
[Hello!] The low, deep voice on the other end was followed by a chuckle.
Hearing the voice, Jing Yiren turned ghastly pale, her heart pounding suddenly, her hand gripping the phone tightly.
[Jing Yiren! Have you given birth to your child?]
That voice on the phone, however Jing Yiren listened, sounded just like Xue Fanghua.
Initially, she wasn't confident after hearing the 'hello', but now she could be certain that it was Xue Fanghua.
But wasn't Xue Fanghua supposed to be dead already, executed by shooting?
Why would she be calling her?
Her hand gripping the phone went limp and the telephone clattered onto the carpet, making a dull sound.
Jing Yiren, her heart pounding wildly, clutched at her chest.
Xue Fanghua's words still echoed in her mind.
[Jing Yiren! Have you given birth to your child?]
What did these words mean? The thought filled Jing Yiren with dread.