"Bang!"
Shen Wenhong, his face deathly pale, stumbled back and collided with the rooftop's iron door, making a loud noise.
Fear was all that could be seen in his eyes!
"Rustle."
His mobile phone was kicked to the front of Shen Wenhong. Shen Yan squinted her icy eyes and said in a harsh voice, "Answer."
Shen Wenhong was trembling.
"Buzz, buzz!"
The phone, almost at his feet, was still buzzing.
Shen Yan saw that he didn't move and took a few steps forward.
"Don't move."
The person beside Shen Wenhong reacted as if facing a formidable enemy, slightly lifting the equipment in hand, warning her.
Shen Yan stopped, "Go on, answer it, Dr. Shen."
Shen Wenhong looked at the relentlessly ringing mobile phone and finally, grinding his teeth, bent down to answer the call. A drop of water accidentally fell on the screen and turned on the speakerphone.
