"It's okay," Nan Zhifeng maneuvered her wheelchair and turned around, "Wanting, let's go outside."
"Have you finished the phone call?" Meng Wanting looked at her, "Did you come out just to make a phone call?"
"Yes," Nan Zhifeng responded with a nod but did not elaborate.
Meng Wanting felt very puzzled. All this commotion wasn't to secretly meet someone, but just to hide in the restroom to make a phone call; it was too strange.
But since Nan Zhifeng wouldn't say more, she thought it best not to inquire further.
So she pushed her out of the restroom.
The medical staff and bodyguards immediately came over.
"Everything is taken care of, let's go back,"
Nan Zhifeng instructed.
Everyone was surprised, exchanging glances, yet they dared not ask any more questions.
...
In the following days, all was peaceful.
Nan Zhifeng recuperated at home, while Ye Zhantian was busy with work, leaving early and returning late.
