Han Zhifan seemed to be stuck in some kind of conflict where he didn't know what to do. He tightly creased his brows and stood motionlessly on the spot for a long time. He didn't move until the phone in his pocket rang and he slowly pulled it out. He glanced at the screen and unwittingly realized it was ten in the evening.
The housekeeper was calling. His phone rang a few more times in his palms before Han Zhifan snapped to reality and pressed the button to accept the call.
"Mr. Han, when are you coming over?"
Han Zhifan instinctively thought something urgent had happened to Cheng Han, so he spoke with a slightly anxious tone of voice. "What's wrong? Did something happen to Hanhan?"
"No..." The housekeeper quickly explained. "...I noticed you left at noon and haven't turned up at the hospital till now, so I thought I'd ask if you'll be here later?"
"Ye..." instinctively cried Han Zhifan when he came to a sudden stop after just one word.
