The rain seemed to have lessened a bit.
Mo Shangjun could hear many sounds, but she remained silent, and there was no sound from the other side of the phone. The room was eerily quiet.
After a long time, Bai Chuan continued, "If you were in the army, you wouldn't have the chance to answer the phone."
Since Mo Shangjun entered the military academy, every time he called her, there was no response, especially at night. Only by sending texts could he occasionally reach her.
He still called.
Yet Mo Shangjun was unaware.
Taking a deep breath, Mo Shangjun coldly asked, "What do you want?"
Her voice was filled with a chill, as though soaked by the rain outside, devoid of any emotion.
Calm, indifferent.
However, Bai Chuan seemed not to hear her voice and instead asked, "Has the injury healed?"
"..."
Mo Shangjun remained silent.
She could probably guess that all her previous assumptions were incorrect, and this phone call was just Bai Chuan, the madman, calling in a drunken stupor.
