"No, impossible, it can't be, impossible..." Dong Xin Yan gently shook her head, murmuring word by word.
Her dark eyes widened in disbelief. After a few seconds of pause, she suddenly turned and rushed back into the house, quickly running to the landline. She grabbed the phone, her fingers attempting to dial the familiar number. But her fingers were trembling too much, and she pressed the wrong numbers several times.
Secretary Lin struggled to stand up, slowly walking into the room. Watching Dong Xin Yan's actions, she knew she was trying to call Gu Ningyi. In a croaky voice, she said, "I've called Mr. Gu many times, but his phone is always turned off."
Dong Xin Yan seemed not to hear, stubbornly dialing the phone. Finally, she pressed the number correctly, clenching the telephone receiver tightly with both hands.
One second, two seconds, no answer, only the cold, mechanical tone until it automatically hangs up.
