On the other end of the phone, Gong Yeyan hesitated for a moment before counterasking, "What do you think?"
Ming Ge was making the call from outside the hospital room. She stood in the long corridor of the hospital, one hand holding the phone to her ear, the other scratching the wall.
How would she know?
Because she missed the appointment, Ming Ge felt like she had no confidence in front of Gong Yeyan, answering in a small, guilty voice, "I don't know."
Gong Yeyan held the phone, signing his name at the end of a planning document with sharp, decisive strokes.
The beauty of his brows and eyes, nearly bewitching, dipped slightly in the golden light streaming through the window behind him. His indifferent voice also lowered an octave, hinting at a barely perceptible tenderness.
Yet the words that came out of his mouth were anything but tender.
