Meng Qingxue continued to wash her clothes, her mind wandering aimlessly. It was not until Chu He had fallen asleep at around midnight, that she finished washing all her clothes and slowly hung them out to dry.
She returned to the ward and took out her phone. After hesitating for a long time, she finally tapped on Mu Yanchen's number.
After a few rings, the call was disconnected.
Hearing the dead tone from the other end of the line, Meng Qingxue curled her lips coldly and called again. This time, Mu Yanchen was determined not to pick up her call. He did not even allow the phone to ring before disconnecting the call.
Meng Qingxue persevered and tried again.
Mu Yanchen hung up patiently.
However, Meng Qingxue was unbelievably persistent. At the 99th call, Mu Yanchen could no longer tolerate it. He picked up the call and roared, "Meng Qingxue, are you crazy?!"
