The phone went silent for a moment before the other side finally said, "Yes."
"Yes?" Ye Qingci laughed mockingly, "Yes what? I know your dad was injured in a car accident, and I've even donated blood to him. Have you ever thought that because he might be my father, I would care about him, that I can't help wanting to understand him?"
Jiang Chengyao was stunned: "You..."
"Me? Am I wrong?" Ye Qingci clenched her phone, tearful, "I know he was seriously injured in the car accident, I know he might be my father, I'm worried about him, I think about him, I had Seventh Master send someone to check on him, I even got his medical report from a month ago!"
Jiang Chengyao's hand holding the phone trembled, he opened his mouth but found he didn't know what to say.
