It was already half an hour after Alana was woken up by the phone.
She subconsciously wanted to take out the phone, but the strength in her hand that could not be ignored made her sober.
“Answer the phone.” Julian released the hand that had been holding her, his voice low.
Alana pressed her lower lip slightly and answered the phone.
I don’t know what was said on the other end of the phone, her eyes were slightly cold.
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