C855 They Met

The phone in her hand felt like a hot potato. Mingming and Xiaobao were having a blast on the bumper cars, and there was no way they’d stop to answer a call. Ann Xiaomin didn’t dare pick it up either, so she pretended not to hear it.

But the phone kept ringing, over and over, demanding to be answered. It was driving her nuts. Xiaomin hesitated for almost a minute