It wasn't until Gu Qianqian left that Lu Shenglin discovered the phone on the sickbed.
She picked it up and saw just one number, a sense of dread enveloping her heart as she called it impulsively.
"Yes?"
The far-from-strange male voice made Lu Shenglin's heart skip a beat: "Lu Zhanbei..."
"Miss Lin, you're awake?"
She instinctively nodded, only to realize that he couldn't see her. So, she said loudly, "Yes."
After speaking, there was a period of silence as both held the phone, with Lu Shenglin finally breaking the silence: "Qianqian told me you paid my medical bills and even found a specialist to perform the surgery. Is that true?"
"It was necessary..."
Any ordinary person would have responded with a word of appreciation to this statement. But to Lu Shenglin, it only brought fear and trepidation.
With a tremble in her voice, she pleaded, "Lu Zhanbei, hate me or despise me if you wish, but Qianqian is just a child. Please, don't drag her into this."
"Miss Lin."
