10 minutes later.
The independent continent.
Qiao Nian received a trashy message from an unknown number.
She lowered her eyelashes and looked at the screen. Then, she swiped her fair fingertips across the screen and deleted the message, not sparing another glance at it.
…
The next day.
Hua Ci greeted the medical team and stayed behind alone. After sending her companions off at the hotel, she called Ye Lan.
This time, she started a video call.
Her suite had a projector.
Her phone was connected to Bluetooth, and Ye Lan's face was projected on the screen. Judging from the background, she should be in the company.
"Hua Ci, what's wrong?"
Holding a document, Ye Lan looked at her in puzzlement. "Aren't you coming back today? Why are you still in the hotel?"
"Aunt Ye." Hua Ci found it hard to speak. "I messaged Qiao Nian asking her out for a meal to apologize, but she hasn't replied yet, so I…"
