Seeing as Cheng Weiwan didn't say anything for a long time, Han Zhifan spoke again. "Is there anything else?"
Tears slowly streamed down from Cheng Weiwan's eyes.
She didn't manage to get a word in when Han Zhifan added, "If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."
The instant Cheng Weiwan heard what Han Zhifan said, she lowered the phone from her ear and pressed the button to hang up the call.
While clutching her phone, she sat down on the floor and started to sob quietly.
It seemed like there was traffic as Han Zhifan's secretary arrived ten minutes late.
Cheng Weiwan didn't pick up Han Zhifan's secretary's call, nor was she in a hurry to head downstairs. Instead, she calmed herself down before reapplying her makeup and leisurely stepping out the door.
It was already nine by the time they reached the hospital.
There was half an hour left until the operation.
