Yan Xiaye woke up to the ringing of the studio's phone.
She rubbed her eyes and sat up, instinctively glancing toward the door.
The ringing stopped quickly, followed by a light knock at the door, "Little Xiaye, are you awake?"
"Teacher?" Yan Xiaye pressed her throbbing forehead, threw back the covers, got out of bed, and opened the door, asking sleepily, "What's the matter?"
"The call just now was from Yan Shuirou. She said she couldn't get through to your cell phone," Yin Baiyan pursed his lips in discomfort, reluctantly relaying the message from Yan Shuirou, "She says she wants to talk to you about your mother's illness."