However, a sweet yet mechanical voice sounded in my ears, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently in use, Sorry…"
*
Ming Ge made an excuse to slip away and stood at the end of the hospital corridor, making a call to Gong Yeyan.
As soon as the call connected—
"Mr. Gong, Mr. Gong, Mr. Gong, have you left?"
The man had settled into that luxurious and imposing Rolls-Royce Phantom, with the warm orange twilight outside the window gradually being replaced by the darkness, "Hmm."
"Well…" Ming Ge, holding the phone to her ear with her left hand, scratched the wall, paused for a moment, and then in a tiny voice said to the man on the other end of the call, "Thank you."
"…"
