The next morning, Yao Ran was still in her dreams when the vibrating sound of her phone woke her up.
She had returned to her room last night and was urged to revise her manuscript again—she didn't get to sleep until after two in the morning.
She glanced at the time—eight o'clock sharp.
Yao Ran looked at the incoming call on her phone—a local number she didn't recognize.
Annoyed, she didn't feel like answering and got up to freshen up in the bathroom.
As she was brushing her teeth, foaming at the mouth, Zheng Juanjuan came in with the phone.
"I was tidying up your room and saw your phone kept ringing. It might be something important!"
Important?
Yao Ran immediately thought of that suitcase.
Indeed, in recent years she had severed contact with everyone except her family. If there was a strange number, it must be the airline!
Yao Ran took the phone and hit answer while rinsing her mouth.