Jian Anning just received a call from Zhao Ziyin, and found it a bit strange. She called Zhao Ziyin last night, and Zhao Ziyin had already inquired about her safety and got precise information, so she was slightly reassured.
But only a day later, just as she got off the plane, Zhao Ziyin called, and her voice, seemed a bit off.
"Anning, are you back in the country?"
Jian Anning nodded: "I just got off the plane, what's up? Didn't you ask me this yesterday?"
"Oh, I just wanted to check, how are you?" Zhao Ziyin seemed hesitant, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't bring herself to say it.
With this attitude, it's fine if others don't know her, but those who do would naturally know something's off in her words!
"Ziyin, did something happen?"
"Me? What could happen to me? I'm fine. Ah, someone's calling me, I have to go, we'll talk later, bye."
Before Jian Anning could respond, she heard a "click" as the call ended.
