At night, Mark walked over to the window wall with a glass of red wine in his hand. He was holding his phone by his ear with the other hand.

There was no emotion on his face at all.

The phone rang for some time before it was answered. A lazy voice rang out, "Hello."

"How's it going on your side?" Mark asked directly.

"I should be the one asking you. You've vanished for a long time since the last time we met. Are you calling me because you need help?"

Jane snickered and continued, "Yvonne's