Just then, Han Jingnian's cell phone rang.
Zhang Te wisely closed his mouth, waiting for Han Jingnian to finish before speaking again.
But who would have known that the next moment, he could clearly see through the rear-view mirror that Han Jingnian, without even blinking, had hung up the phone.
Zhang Te was so shocked that his mouth could fit a whole egg.
He stared, gaping in a silent "O" for a while, before managing to speak under Han Jingnian's impatient stare, "The Madame was injured last Monday, taken to People's Hospital. The nurse taking care of her said that someone had called an ambulance to take the Madame to the hospital. It was at noon, but the Madame didn't wake up until that night, she was unconscious for about six or seven hours, and stayed in the hospital for five days before being discharged…"
Han Jingnian suddenly asked an unrelated question out of nowhere: "What day of the week did she call you?"
