Ye Shu's cheeks were flushed with a slight red, and her heart was somewhat flustered.
Her fingertips touched the phone screen, yet she lacked the courage to dial Sheng Shaochen's number.
Ye Shu, oh Ye Shu, what's gotten into you?
Hadn't you already trained yourself to be fearless? So why can't you even make a phone call?
She even mocked Sheng Shaochen once, asking if he had a phobia of telephone communication.
Now, she truly resembled someone with that kind of anxiety.
Ye Shu scratched her somewhat messy hair and threw the phone onto the bedside table, flipping the blanket over her head.
She only felt a wave of heat rising from her face, continuously burning, spreading, and sweeping through her body.
"Ye Shu, Ye Shu, get out here!" Wen Meilan's harsh voice suddenly rang out from outside the door.
It was closely followed by Guan Jiu's indifferent voice, "Madam, this is a hospital, please don't raise your voice!"
"You again?" Wen Meilan had seen this grim-faced man twice.
