There was a fifteen hour difference between Seattle, and it was early in the morning, and Zhao Ke finally didn't press the number, she recorded a sentence for him.

She exits the chat app, opens her address book, and finds a number from the blacklist.

The phone "beeped" twice, and there was a "hey" over there.

“......

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