Han Ye was smoking by the riverbank, his feet surrounded by cigarette butts. Despite the nighttime breeze, he didn't feel cold yet felt utterly irritated and lost.
Upon receiving Huo Xiyao's call, his first instinct was to refuse and suggest Huo Xiyao call someone else.
From now on, unless absolutely necessary, he really couldn't meet his sister-in-law again or step into her and Brother Ye's home.
This way, the sister-in-law wouldn't feel awkward, Brother Ye wouldn't notice anything wrong, and it would be better for everyone.
Unfortunately, even though the words of refusal were on the tip of his tongue, what he ended up saying was, "Brother Ye, don't worry, I'll contact Dr. Su right away and ensure the fastest possible delivery of the person. Take good care of sister-in-law first."
After hanging up the phone, Han Ye could only smile bitterly.
When had his self-control become this bad?
