Yan Junze held the phone and peered out of the bedroom into the living room before turning around to gently close the bedroom door. He walked to the furthest corner of the bedroom and then answered the call, bringing the phone to his ear and asking in the softest voice, "What's up?"
"Oh, Lord, Mr. Steve, you finally answered your phone." Sandi on the other end seemed to heave a sigh of relief and spoke very fast, "Mr., listen to me. First of all, I'm sorry, I've been following you, but just now a person in a black trench coat... already... hello, hello, Mr. Steve..."
Yan Junze softly said "Hello?" a few times as the call suddenly started breaking up and then turned into a busy signal.
Looking up in surprise, with the busy signal still coming from the phone, Yan Junze furrowed his brows, realizing his hands and feet had turned ice cold at this moment.