บท 654: I Hope You Don’t Call Me Again

She didn't know who was calling.

It was an unfamiliar number.

Her eyes were dizzy with irritability as she picked up the call and put the phone by ear.

"Hello."

Her voice was hoarse.

It was cold and distant.

With a nasal sound.

The person on the other side of the phone didn't seem to expect her to answer the phone. He took a full two or three seconds to react. He suppressed his excitement and said in a low voice, "Is this student Qiao Nian?"

Qiao Nian frowned and momentarily held the phone away to look at the caller ID again. It was a Beijing number, not a local Rao City one.

She got up from the bed with annoyance, put on her slippers, opened the closet, and said casually, "It's me. What's the matter?"

The other party was now sure he had not dialed the wrong number.

He immediately introduced himself. "Hello, Qiao Nian, I'm the Admissions Teacher at Nanjing University.