Ding dong.
Ying Xiaokai's cell phone chimed crisply, making him flinch subconsciously.
As if Ye Wan would climb out from the phone itself.
Meeting Yang Weiwei's cold gaze, Ying Xiaokai dodged her eyes and reassuringly patted her hand, "You just focus on getting better, don't think too much. After these two IV drips, we'll go home."
With that, Ying Xiaokai grabbed his phone and left the room.
Since last night, the private messages in his Tian Ya Forum account had shown 999+.
He opened it and took a quick glance.
There were gossip-mongers asking him for details.
There were also nosy folks eager to know more about the inside story.
And among them, some were those marketing accounts on Weibo with noses sharper than dogs, asking permission to share his post on Weibo to help him spread the heat.
Ying Xiaokai responded with a "yes" to each one.
