Just as Xiao Yunfei turned to head home, his phone started ringing urgently. The shrill ringtone seemed to be rushing him to do something.
He slightly furrowed his brow, pulled out his phone, and Lin Xian'er's name was flashing continuously on the screen.
"Lin Xian'er? What does she want from me?"
Images of the young-looking but steely-eyed female officer emerged in Xiao Yifei's mind. At the same time, he recalled some intimate incidents that had happened between himself and Lin Xian'er in the interrogation room.
"Hello, Lin Xian'er? Why are you calling?"
Xiao Yifei answered the phone, slightly puzzled.
But there was no response from the other end, only the sound of chaos and faint sobbing.
"Hello? Lin Xian'er, is that you? What's going on, speak up! Why aren't you speaking?"
Xiao Yifei frowned and spoke into the phone, but there was still no response from the other end, just the ongoing noise, and this time, vaguely, a strong male voice came through.