"No need, you don't have to buy it for me."
Qin Yiren interrupted him, understanding with an embarrassed smile, "I don't know how much the insurance will cover, and the medical expenses are more important. Also, I don't have anyone to contact. If I need to call Xiaye, I can just use your phone."
Bo Jinghang's heart softened, and he nodded slightly with an apologetic expression.
Although he could find a phone model from five years ago, he couldn't let the girl he regained contact Yan Xiaye for now.
After all, the gap of five years can't be hidden, and he now needs to take it one day at a time. As long as she agrees to marry him, everything else can be slowly unraveled.
Quietly relieved Bo Jinghang didn't have to spend much, Qin Yiren let out a tired yawn.
Her post-surgery body couldn't sustain her being awake for long. Once her energy waned, she quickly became weak and said, "Jinghang, I'm tired."
"Sleep, you need to rest."
