Zhiyun smiled and said, "I have a conscience, otherwise I wouldn't meddle in other people's business. Give me his phone number and I'll call him."

"Who do you think you are? Why do you think he would answer your call? Don't you see the situation Ruoruo is in now? He could... could..."

Yan Fei didn't dare to say the rest.

She was afraid that Si Yiru would completely give up on himself and his life.

The rescuers had already arrived, but at such a high place, Yan Fei was afraid that it would be too late.

"Then why not trust me? How can you know if you don't try? Rescue from above is the business of the higher-ups, and rescue from below is the business of the lower-ups. I want to try to save him, and that's my business. Regardless of whether I succeed or not, I've tried my best."

Yan Fei's excessive emotions gradually calmed down as Zhiyun spoke.

Regardless of whether it was the last straw or not, Zhiyun's words undoubtedly convinced Yan Fei.

Now, how do you know if it works if you don’t try? It’s better than just watching and doing nothing.

Yan Fei's phone was still on the line, so she didn't hang up and told Zhiyun the phone number she had memorized.

"This is Ruoruo's phone number."

“Well, it’s already been lost.”

Zhiyun took the phone to the side. Yan Fei widened her eyes, thinking that Zhiyun was lying to her. Just as she was about to get angry, she saw Zhiyun dial the phone number she had just given her.

Top floor of the shopping mall.

Si Yiruo stood by the rooftop fence.

He chose to turn his back on everything that was about to greet him and ended his miserable life in this way.

Originally, he could still try to face everything with a smile. Originally, he could still work harder and get closer to a better life. Originally, everything was moving in a good direction.

But just now, a stranger told him:

"If it were before, I would definitely ask you for an autograph for my daughter, but now my daughter doesn't like you anymore, so I won't ask for your autograph."

These words, like a stone, stirred up a thousand waves in his heart which had finally calmed down for a long time, and suddenly brought him back to the time of helplessness and confusion.

It was more like a straw that he was trying so hard to grasp, but suddenly it broke.

His life has finally come to an end.

At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang.

The moment he reached out to grab the phone, everyone who was watching the scene in fear gasped, including those who were about to rescue Si Yiruo, for fear that he would fall backwards.

"Calm down. If there's anything you want to talk about, you can talk about it slowly. Come down, and don't do anything stupid."

"Don't retreat anymore. Be obedient and come down. We can talk slowly if there is anything."

These are the words spoken to him by those who tried to reach him and rescue him.

But Si Yiruo didn't listen to a word he said.

Those people did not dare to act rashly and stopped, fearing that they would anger Si Yiru and it would be too late to save him.

Most of the people below were holding their breath, their hearts pounding.

After all, the distance was too great, and no one had yet recognized the boy as Si Yiruo, the once-popular super idol. Even the people who rescued him didn't know who he was and were only responsible for doing their best to rescue him.

Si Yiruo looked at the phone screen, smiled slightly, and was about to throw the phone down, but because it showed a stranger, he suddenly answered the call.

At that moment, the wind in my ears stopped.

"Hello, can you hear me?"

The extremely gentle voice made Si Yiru stunned, and even her limbs became stiff.