"I'm at your door, open up, I'll take you to the hospital."
Mo Ziye's deep voice carried a hint of mild displeasure; so young and already deaf, or just sick and dull-witted.
"Why are you at my door?"
Bai Qingling seemed calmer than before, yet she still felt a pang of guilty conscience from lying.
She wasn't at home anyway.
How could she open the door for him?
She chuckled dryly and said, "Brother Ziyi, I'm just feeling a bit of stomach discomfort, no need to go to the hospital. Don't waste your time on me; maybe you can go find Chu Junming."
"I have other things to do."
Mo Ziye's tone lightened a bit, "If the pain is severe, go to the hospital, or call Sister Tongtong."
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Monday.
Bai Qingling arrived at the company, pushed open her office door, and saw Chu Junming casually leaning against the leather sofa by the window.
His long legs stretched out leisurely, and his handsome face emanated a lazy air as his slender fingers held a phone, engaged in unknown activities.
