Mao Beibei tugged at her lips, "I've left the things here, I hope you recover soon, I'm leaving now."
Man Qing nodded, "Mhm."
After leaving the hospital, it was raining outside. Mao Beibei took a deep breath and stepped into the drizzle.
She hesitated for a long time but still couldn't resist calling Rong Yan.
The phone rang many times, and just when she thought he wouldn't answer, the call connected.
"..." Mao Beibei hadn't prepared her words and stood there silently.
"What is it?" The man's indifferent voice came from the other side of the phone, no other emotion but indifference could be discerned.
Mao Beibei couldn't gauge what he was thinking, but she still had to say what needed to be said, "Mr. Rong, when will you be available today?"
"Is there a matter?" The man on the other end of the line was sparing with his words.
"Didn't we agree to visit my father?"
"Hm..." The man hummed lowly, "No time."
Mao Beibei: "..."
"Anything else?"
