"Yes, sir!" Yin Shixiong saluted him over the phone out of habit.
Yin Shixiong ended the call and looked out the window. It was already past five o'clock—time for him to pick up Gu Nianzhi.
He called He Zhichu again. "Professor He? Thank you so much for your help today. Is Nianzhi better now? I'll head over to pick her up…"
"That won't be necessary," He Zhichu said coldly. Yin Shixiong could almost feel the icy coolness radiating from him on his face. "She already left."
"She left?" Yin Shixiong was taken aback. "When did she leave? Why didn't you drive her home? She's a young girl who's just been injured—how can you be so heartless?!"
"Me, heartless? Haha, very funny," said He Zhichu, and promptly hung up. He put his hands behind his head and leaned into his spacious swivel chair. He swung the chair around and rested his long legs on the window sill, ignoring the ringing of his phone as he gazed at the scenery beyond the window.
