As soon as Xiao Luo walked out of the Huayao Edifice, his phone rang.
He took it out and saw that it was from an anonymous number. After some thought, he answered the call.
"Hello, is this Mr. Xiao Luo?" A honeyed female voice sounded, pleasing to the ear like an oriole's song.
"Yes, I am. And you are?" Xiao Luo asked faintly.
"Mr. Xiao, I am Ningfu, Tan Ningfu." She seemed a little excited.
Tan Ningfu?
Xiao Luo carefully went through his mind for the name and realized that he doesn't quite remember.
As if she perceived it, Tan Ningfu said hurriedly, "We've met before, on the plane you took to Xiahai."
With this reminder, Xiao Luo remembered, "Are you the flight attendant?"
"Yes, you finally remember, Mr. Xiao," Tan Ningfu said with joy.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
"It's… it's about my grandma…"