Yin Yilan left.
Ming Ge lazily lay on the hospital bed and waved Ming Ci over with her finger, "You damn thing, where's my phone?"
"How would I know where your phone is? And Ming Ge, I'm warning you, stop calling me 'you damn thing'..." Before Ming Ci could finish, Ming Zhiyuan slapped him on the head, "Is that how you talk to your sister?"
Ming Ci, "..."
He must have been picked up off the streets.
Under the threats and bribes from her and her dad, Ming Ci reluctantly offered up his phone.
Hers was at home.
She chased Ming Zhiyuan and Ming Ci back home; a minor injury like hers wasn't terminal, she didn't need anyone to keep her company in the hospital. If it weren't for her dad's insistence, she wouldn't even need to be hospitalized at all.
Ming Ge crossed her legs on the hospital bed, hugging Ming Ci's phone and began to send a text message.
[President Gong, I broke my leg tonight, need your kisses, hugs, and to be lifted high before I can recover~]
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