"Alright. I'll wait for you, then." Tu Yilei cut her off before she could finish her sentence. "Come over tomorrow, we can continue acting together. I feel that something isn't right today. Come over tomorrow and we can study it together."
…
Qiao Mianmian received a call from Mo Yesi the moment she left the ward.
On the other end of the line, the man's low and magnetic voice could be heard. "What are you doing, have you eaten?"
Qiao Mianmian turned to look at the ward and hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "I'm in the hospital. I haven't eaten. I'm about to go out."
"In the hospital? What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I…" Qiao Mianmian was about to say something when she changed her mind." I'm fine. The male artiste from the same crew was injured, so I came to the hospital to see him.
"I'm going back now."
"Which male artiste?"
Mo Yesi had always been good at getting to the point.
