It was just past ten at night in Zuimo Court, at the residence of the Yan siblings.
Yan Ziruo paced back and forth a few times in the living room. Glancing at the phone on the coffee table and seeing it was still silent, her brow furrowed once more.
Seeing her like this, Yan Feifan put down the latest medical journal he was holding and tried to console her. "Sis, don't be so anxious. Maybe Uncle is in the middle of a shift change, or taking a shower, or something."
"The moment he sees your message, he'll definitely call us back right away."
After a brief pause, Yan Feifan reminded her, "Sis, when he calls, try not to fly off the handle. Get a clear picture of the situation calmly before you say anything."
Yan Ziruo shot him a glare. "What makes you think I'm..."
Just then, the phone rang.
Yan Ziruo snatched the phone, answered, and put it on speaker.
"Uncle, didn't you swear up and down that you'd cut off all contact with your old scumbag friends?"
