His voice was low and hoarse, sounding very weak.
But the stubbornness and coldness in his tone were not diminished in the slightest.
Nan Zhifeng remained silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Regardless of the reason, thank you!"
This time, it was Ye Zhantian's turn to be silent.
He had intended to appear indifferent, to create distance, yet her words seemed so unconcerned that he didn't know how to respond.
"Take good care of yourself."
Nan Zhifeng spoke these words gently and then hung up the phone.
Ye Dong observed Ye Zhantian's expression and said cautiously, "Miss Nan still cares a lot about you."
"It's just a polite remark, what care is there?" Ye Zhantian gave a cold smile before his eyes dimmed, "Her wedding with Di Lingzhi is in just three days, right?"
"Yes." Ye Dong nodded, "But Miss Nan's leg is injured, not sure if the wedding will be postponed."
Ye Zhantian didn't speak, just looked out the window.
