Li Huowang sat numbly in place, pondering the incident he had just experienced.
He had clearly taken his mother's call, the person on the other end of the line evidently knowing his name, yet when the call connected, the phone was actually broken, its battery completely dead. Then who had he just been talking with?
And if that was a hallucination, did it mean that the gaze he felt before was also a figment of his own imagination?
Was Li Huowang truly mentally ill? Had he been sick all along?
Li Huowang closed his eyes in agony and hugged his head, scratching his hair vigorously.
He didn't want to accept this thought, but he had to face it because he didn't even trust himself.
"I..." Li Huowang struggled for a while, his expression pained as he looked up Yi Donglai's number in his contacts.
After a lengthy ring, Yi Donglai's voice came through on the other end of the line.
"Hello, Li? Is there a matter you're calling me about?"
