After taking a bath and sleeping for a while, I woke up feeling better, my head no longer had that heavy feeling like a sponge soaked in water.
At that moment, Fu Chenshang went to handle the discharge procedure, and Song Anjiu was bored flipping through her phone.
For an entire month, the contact with Jingxi had been pitifully sparse.
She didn't know how to face him and could only avoid it one day at a time.
It was only later that Fu Chenshang mentioned that his older brother's family lived with Old Master Fu, and with Fu Jingxi back for the summer holidays, if she went there, the chances of running into him were over ninety percent. Thinking about this, Song Anjiu felt even more anxious.
The phone on the bedside table buzzed. When Song Anjiu saw the three characters "Song Xingguo" on the screen, her mood worsened even more.
Song Anjiu didn't answer until the phone vibrated for the fourth time.
