"Let's talk on the phone," Ling Tianyu glanced at Duan Yanran sitting in the passenger seat out of the corner of his eye. Seeing her turn her head to look out the window, his heart filled with worry. What if he really couldn't go, and something happened?
Ling Tianyu was truly afraid now. Even driving a car could be dangerous these days. Having her at home alone during the day was somewhat reassuring, but not at night, absolutely not.
She had been tired all day; following him to the hospital would only wear her out more. Besides, the girl didn't want to set foot in a hospital, so better not.
Zhao Xiangde, however, was becoming anxious and said, "It's not clear over the phone. Come over now, I'm waiting for you in my office."
After saying that, without giving Ling Tianyu a chance to refuse, he hung up the phone, leaving Ling Tianyu somewhat confused. Did he really have to take Yanran with him?