"Sorry, I don't have her number."
Bo Jinghang responded calmly, taking Qin Yiren back to the room in the villa. In a soothing tone, he continued, "Miss Yan is helping you handle the aftermath of the car accident. If she finishes, she might come to see you."
Qin Yiren thought for a moment and didn't notice anything amiss.
Because she and Bo Jinghang were secretly dating, although she often mentioned her friends to her boyfriend, she never introduced them to each other, so naturally, there was no way to exchange contact information.
She vaguely remembered the first and last few digits of Yan Xiaye's phone number but didn't remember the complete number. Unfortunately, her phone was destroyed in the car accident, making it temporarily impossible to contact her.
Lying listlessly on the bed, Qin Yiren asked somewhat confusedly, "Does Xiaye know I'm here?"
"Before taking you away, I told her."
