But even after standing on the street for a while, she didn't find any unoccupied cars. It was indeed a bustling part of Jiang City where even hailing a taxi seemed impossible.
Just as she was zoning out a little, her phone suddenly chimed and startled her.
Looking at her phone, she saw that it was Nan Sichen. She quickly picked up, and before he could speak, she rapidly fired off a barrage of questions, "Nan Sichen, is that you? Are you okay? Does it still hurt? What did the doctor say, will there be any residual problems? Your right hand, will it become useless?"
On the other end of the line, there was a long silence as he carefully listened to Qin Yin's words.
Only when Qin Yin finally stopped talking did Nan Sichen's slightly weak yet still deep and pleasant voice could be heard from the other end, a faint trace of amusement detectable in his tone.
He said, "If my right hand becomes useless, you'll have to take responsibility for me."
