As Zhuo Junyue's wake up time approached, Su Jingyu's heart, paradoxically, began to feel even more anxious.
"No need to worry, Zhuo Junyue has never seen Ningyan. Besides, the servants from the estate won't come here. In regard to your voice, if you say you have a cold and that there's some discrepancies, he won't suspect anything," Su Guohua assured her.
With those words, Su Jingyu's heart somewhat stabilised, "Dad, I won't stay too long on the phone, I'm worried someone will notice."
"Okay, go ahead and hang up, be smart about this, try to talk as little as possible."
After hanging up the call, Su Jingyu clenched her teeth. For a position as a mistress in the Zhuo family, she had to perfect her performance in this charade.
As long as Zhuo Junyue didn't suspect her, she would pass this ordeal. After all, he had never seen Ningyan's face.
Returning to the hospital room, Su Jingyu sat by Zhuo Junyue's side.
