Zhang Hao looked at the message on his phone, the corners of his mouth uncontrollably curving upwards, a scenario he thought happened only in movies or TV dramas.
How did such a plot come to be enacted in his life, and for real, at that?
But this was all backward, wasn't it usually men who threatened women?
Based on the timestamp of the message, there were only five minutes left to consider it, but Zhang Hao planned to ignore it.
He continued driving home, pretending nothing had happened. Sometimes, not responding is a response in itself.
Besides, he had something very important to discuss with his parents today. He couldn't let this Lü Juan mess it up.
Before he could even get home, Lü Juan's call came through again, and Zhang Hao couldn't help but stop his car on the roadside to answer it.
"Doctor Zhang, come quickly; I'm feeling unwell,"
Just by hearing Lü Juan's voice, he knew she wasn't sick. Even if she were, she'd recover on her own.
