"Oh, okay."
"Oh? Okay?"
Han Qi was in severe pain, but he wasn't unconscious, nor was he delirious. However, no matter how wishfully he thought, he couldn't detect a trace of emotion in Nan Jiaojiao's indifferent voice.
"Sis, at least pretend to care a bit for your brother. Be serious. Come on, practice with me. Say after me, 'Okay, I got it, I'll be right there.'
Nan Jiaojiao's lips twitched, "Got it."
"Then hurry up, dammit, I'm stuck in a damn tree branch. I only called you after everyone left. If you come any later, you'll have to collect my corpse!"
"Don't worry, you won't die."
Nan Jiaojiao shifted slightly, and her deliberately lowered voice sounded a bit gentler, "Han Che didn't bring a sack."
Han Qi took a moment to understand what she meant.
So if by chance he had brought a sack, that would surely mean he'd be collecting my corpse, right?
"You just wait, when I get back, I'll pester you to death!"
Nan Jiaojiao calmly hung up the phone.
