Just as she closed the door, her cellphone rang.
Ye Mingmei was startled, walked forward, and saw the caller ID blinking on the screen, her face instantly turned pale.
After hesitating for a long time, she didn't have the courage to answer.
Listening to the sound of the ringing tone was like a siren piercing through her ears.
Her hand clutching the phone kept tightening, her knuckles turning white.
The phone rang for a mere half a minute, but to Ye Mingmei, it felt like an eternity.
The ringtone stopped soon after, and then started up again a few seconds later.
This time, Ye Mingmei reacted quickly and reached out to hang up.
Just as she was about to turn off the phone, a text message came through, along with a photo.
"Bang—"
Ye Mingmei's fingertips trembled, and the phone smashed onto the floor.
Her body couldn't help but shake.
"Mingmei, are you done packing? It's time to come down for dinner," Su Yiru knocked on the door and pushed it open.
