"Mr. He, Miss Ji Yi has reached the hotel with me and my wife. Now Old Zhang is checking her ankle."
"Mr. He, just now, I secretly went over to her door and overheard Old Zhang say that she didn't injure the muscles and bones in her ankle."
He Jichen stood in front of the tall windows of the airport's VIP lounge and stared at a plane about to make a landing. One hand was on the phone listening to the call, and the other hand was reaching for a cigarette. He put it to his lips and grabbed a lighter, but just when he was going to light it up, he heard the man on the phone reporting what was happening. "Now Old Zhang is smearing bruise removal cream. He says she'll be able to walk like normal after two days."
He Jichen put his lighter away, removed the cigarette from his mouth, and flatly said into the phone: "Mhm," to indicate that he heard what he said.
