He had shaved, changed into fresh clothes, and even applied some hair gel... He looked sharp and dashing, as if ready to attend a wedding.
"Asheng," Feng Chen'an's voice rang out, "are you sure you don't want me to call your uncle and aunt? How will you get back home?"
Yan Nansheng looked at Feng Yanyan, "Yanyan will take me back."
Feng Yanyan was taken aback, "But... I can't drive, should we take a taxi?"
Yan Nansheng looked at her, eyebrows teasingly raised, "Why not?"
Feng Yanyan was stunned again, "Are you sure? Can your body handle it?"
Yan Nansheng's eyebrows immediately knitted tightly, "You dare doubt my strength?"
Feng Yanyan: "..."
Feng Chen'an: "..."
Nurse: "..."
Why did it sound somewhat dirty?
Suddenly, the cell phone on the coffee table rang, and Yan Nansheng picked it up and answered, "Zhong Chu."
Zhong Chu was Yan Nansheng's special assistant.
Feng Yanyan was curious...
"Okay, just park the car downstairs... We'll be right down... Yeah, hanging up."
