Chapter 232 Little Miss

• "I never thought that after all these years, you would still be using the same old phone. Trevor, are you worried that I might dial the wrong number if I ever call again?"
• Pasta's voice was crisp and pleasant, gradually merging with the voice in Trevor's memory.
• Trevor didn't respond. Everything was happening so suddenly. The person on the phone was someone who had almost disappeared from his memory. At this moment, he felt as if he was dreaming.