His palm was cold and his fingers looked good — they were fair and slender.
"Where are we going?"
"Home."
"Aren't you going to the office?"
"Let's go on our honeymoon this afternoon, pack a bit of clothes later."
"About the two million, please talk to your grandmother about it, " She didn't forget to remind him.
"I already told her about it, she didn't say anything."
The moment they got onto the the car, his phone rang.
Jin QingYan took a look at the caller ID, attached the wireless earphone in his ear and started the engine.
"Hello."
"…"
"Now?"
"…"
"Okay."
When the call ended, An Xiaoning, who was seated beside the driver's seat, could already guess who had called because she sat so close to him. Her hearing was also good, and she recognized a woman's voice from the call.
"I'm making a trip to the hospital, I'll send you home first."
