At this time, the cellphone's ringtone sounded, and Yun Ya looked at the caller ID, pursed his lips, and walked into the bathroom to answer.
The content of the conversation was clearly not suitable for two people to hear.
The call was from Yan Song, asking Yun Ya what he was doing.
Yun Ya rubbed his brow and laughed, "Just finished bathing, getting ready to sleep."
No matter how calmly Yun Ya tried to disguise it, Yan Song still detected something amiss.
"What's wrong with you?"
Yun Ya's heart skipped a beat, keeping a straight face: "What could be wrong?" He yawned, "I'm sleepy, Brother Yan, goodnight." Without giving Yan Song time to react, he quickly hung up the call.
Clenching the phone, Yun Ya's expression was grave, hoping Brother Yan wouldn't find out.
Yan Song stared at the hung-up phone, his brows furrowed deeply.
What is this girl up to?
Yan Song lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
His intuition told him that something must have happened.