C251 A Clown
As the seconds ticked by, Yin Qianxiu's fifteenth call finally connected, no longer going to voicemail. After several rings, someone answered.
"Hello, can you come down and move your car now?" Yin Qianxiu demanded, barely containing her anger.
"Are you trying to rush me to my grave?" the man on the other end barked back, "Hold on, I'm on my way!"
With that, the line went dead
