Yang Yi's hand rested on the telephone keypad, his fingers trembling lightly several times, but he couldn't bring himself to press it.
After pondering for a long while, Yang Yi sighed softly, then placed his phone aside, stood up, opened the door, and called out, "Brother Yong, come here for a moment."
Anton and Zhang Yong entered Yang Yi's room, and Anton, with a solemn expression, asked, "Did you finish your call?"
Yang Yi shook his head, his gaze lingering on Anton and Zhang Yong as he thought for a moment before speaking in a low voice, "I haven't made the call yet. There's something I want to handle first; I need one of you to help me with it, uh, actually, one person is enough."
Anton shrugged, "What is it? You seem a bit tense."
Yang Yi exhaled, thought for a moment, then shook his head again, "No, never mind."
"You don't need it done anymore?"
"No, I'll handle this by myself."
Zhang Yong gestured dismissively, "C'mon, all secretive—nothing to do then, let's go."