Dong Xin Yan forcefully suppressed the sourness in her heart, trying to maintain a smiling face. Listening to Dong Xin Yan’s words, Mrs. Cheng felt slightly relieved, squeezed Dong Xin Yan’s hand again, and said, "Xinxin, you’re truly a good girl. Ziyang didn’t choose wrongly."
Dong Xin Yan’s heart felt somewhat blocked, afraid that speaking would reveal any unpleasant emotions, she just pressed her lips and smiled softly.
There was a bit of traffic on the road, and it was almost ten thirty when the car finally arrived at the detention center. Dong Xin Yan paid the fare and got out of the taxi with Mrs. Cheng, both of them standing still at the entrance of the detention center.
Perhaps it was truly the feeling of being close to home yet hesitant; the two of them were motionless for several seconds, neither making any move.
Dong Xin Yan slightly raised her gaze, looking at the gates of the detention center. Her heart thumped furiously, pounding intensively. Before coming here, she really felt like time hadn’t passed long, but upon arriving here, she realized that it seemed, indeed, she hadn’t seen Ziyang in a long time.
Longing spread at this moment, utterly a mess.
She turned slightly, looking at her reflection through the large glass window of the detention center.
She knew, Ziyang definitely wouldn’t want to see her exhausted, sorrowful look, so she carefully dressed herself up, beautifully to meet him. When he sees her later, he will definitely be very happy, right?
Facing the glass window, Dong Xin Yan tugged at the corners of her mouth forcefully, then turned back, just about to tell Mrs. Cheng to go inside, her phone suddenly rang.
Dong Xin Yan moved the cake and insulated lunch box to one hand, freeing the other to take out her phone from the bag. She glanced at the caller ID, her eyes suddenly fixed.
Why would he call at a time ? Could it be... he found out something?
Dong Xin Yan’s dark eyes widened slightly, her hand subconsciously trembled softly.
Mrs. Cheng, seeing Dong Xin Yan just clutching the phone without answering, asked strangely, "Xinxin, aren’t you going to answer the phone?"
Dong Xin Yan suddenly snapped back to reality, instinctively clenched her hand, held the phone tightly in her palm to prevent Mrs. Cheng from seeing the caller ID, then apologized slightly, saying to Mrs. Cheng, "Auntie, let me take this call."
Mrs. Cheng nodded, "Alright," then added, "Xinxin, I’ll go in first. I’m afraid Ziyang is waiting impatiently." Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novelFirｅ.net
After Mrs. Cheng went in, Dong Xin Yan moved to the side, took a deep breath several times, then with trembling fingers, pressed the answer key.
"Where are you?" The man’s voice, consistently cool, carried a hint of deepness. Just a few simple words, yet they sent a chill down the spine involuntarily.
Dong Xin Yan instinctively swallowed, glanced around to ensure there were no suspicious people nearby, then replied in a low voice, "I’m at the villa."
"Is that so?" The man’s voice was lazy, devoid of any emotion.
Dong Xin Yan gripped the phone slightly tighter, took a breath; she came to celebrate Ziyang’s birthday, only she and Mrs. Cheng knew about it, and it was decided last minute, Gu Ningyi shouldn’t have found out, right?
Thinking about it, she opened her lips, controlling the tremble in her voice, cautiously probing, "Why did you call? Is... is something the matter?"
There was no response from the other end, falling into silence. The soundless silence caused Dong Xin Yan’s heart to rise involuntarily, and the palm gripping the phone slowly began to sweat.