At the mention of hands, the people in the back seats were silent.
In the passenger's seat, ning Qing took the initiative to say, " it's okay. I believe my hand will get better. I'll buy a car and take my parents out for a ride.
Mother ning forced a smile and exchanged a look with father ning.
It was very quiet in the car, and not long after, the phone rang.
It was ning Qing's.
She had lost her previous phone at the fire site. This was a new one, and it only had a few phone numbers.
When she saw the number, ning Qing subconsciously looked at the people in the car, but no one noticed her.
Yan Sichen looked at the road ahead and gently reminded her. what are you daydreaming about? why aren't you picking up the phone? "
Ning Qing coughed and turned slightly. what's the matter? "
"You're discharged?"
Through the phone, the man's clear and deep voice could not be hidden.
