Glancing at the number flashing across her phone’s screen, Cen Yao answered, unfalteringly. The person on the other end of the line remained silent for a quite a while before he soon spoke. Without hurry, Cen Yao simply waited quietly, for him to speak.
“Is she awake?” Jiang Xudong finally spoke.
“When I came out, she was still asleep.”
“Aren't you at home?” Jiang Xudong sounded worried.
“Mhm, I've been quite busy these few days.”
“Cen Yao, can you help me keep an eye on Yingying for these couple of days? Did… did she cry last night?” Jiang Xudong hesitated for a second but asked nonetheless.