In the apartment.
Qin Wan put down her phone and got up to make some blood orange juice to drink.
Because she lived there, Yun Yang only came back to get his clothes and returned to the hotel, leaving his favorite blood oranges to comfort her, the wounded one.
They were meant for her to eat.
The sour and sweet taste spread across her lips and teeth.
She picked up her phone again and found Qin Zheng's number.
It seemed to be switched off.
She was almost certain that Qin Zheng was being controlled by that bastard Mu Shaochen.
Half an hour later, the phone rang; it was Fu Minghan returning her call.
Qin Wan pressed the answer button, listening to his voice come through, "Wanwan, Grandma Mu is still in the operating room. We are not sure what the exact reason is yet, but she should not be in life-threatening danger."
"Mm."
"Wanwan, where are you? Can I see you?"
Fu Minghan was very humble in his approach.
Even carrying a bit of a servile tone.
