She opened the door of the BMW and sat down inside.
She looked down at her phone, sitting in the driver's seat for a while. Clenching her teeth, she still dialed the familiar number.
"Beep..."
The electronic tone sounded for over ten seconds.
Just as it was about to automatically disconnect, the person on the other end picked up the call.
Jasmine Clark's heart soared with joy, and she lifted the corners of her mouth to the phone, shouting, "Brother William."
"..." The response she got was the rustling sound of static.
Her spirits, which had soared, plummeted to rock bottom. One hand clutched the steering wheel tight, so hard that her knuckles turned white. She compressed her lips as if it took all her strength to finally speak, "I called to ask you a question."
"What question?"