He walked toward the sickbed, holding a white ladies' phone in his hand.
When he got to her, he handed the phone to her.
Jian Yufei didn't expect him to personally deliver her phone. She took the phone and said thank you.
Just as she was about to make a call, Ruan Tianling spoke, "Wait before you call anyone, let me say something first."
"What?"
With a smile, Ruan Tianling said, "We haven't been divorced for long, and your parents still don't know about it. You should keep it from them for now, and when the time is right, you can tell them. Plus, you seemed to have been wandering aimlessly for some time. Your mother couldn't get in touch with you, so I told her you were on a trip."
Jian Yufei nodded, "I understand. Thanks for telling me."
"You don't need to thank me," he replied.
Jian Yufei sprouted a faint smile and dialed her mother's number.
She was certain this phone was hers.
There weren't many contacts in the phone, but she knew most of them.
