"Hmm, sure, Dad. Leave it to me, I'll take care of it. You just rest…" Zheng Shuang answered, comforting and helping Zheng Dana to lie down on the hospital bed when suddenly, the phone in her pocket began to ring.
Zheng Shuang took it out and saw that it was Tan Rong calling. Looking at the number on the screen, Zheng Shuang's brow furrowed, showing a face full of disgust.
She was about to hang up without answering, but then she heard Zheng Dana say, "Little Shuang, whose call is it? Why aren't you answering…"
"It's Tan Rong… I don't want to deal with him…" Zheng Shuang said with disgust and hung up directly.
"Sigh, you child, you've got a bit of a misunderstanding about Tan Rong. Actually, I think that although Tan Rong is a bit slick, his character isn't all that bad…"
