When Bo Jinyu came out of the bathroom, he quietly glanced at Anran, then slipped out of the room and called Shen Qi to arrange for a private doctor to come and change the dressings on her wounds.
He put away his phone, thought for a moment, and then returned to the room, found Anran's handbag, unzipped it, and took out her phone.
Three missed calls.
Bo Jinyu gave a small sigh.
This Mo Shike really doesn't know when to give up!
Taking the phone, he left the room and returned the call.
When Mo Shike saw his phone ringing, he answered almost instantly, exclaiming joyfully, "Anran!"
On the other end of the phone, after a moment of silence, a deep and magnetic male voice finally replied, "Does Mr. Mo need anything?"
"Why are you answering her phone?" Mo Shike's tone turned cold instantly.
In a split second, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, chilling him to the bone.
