This past month, Feng Yan's life has been more relaxed than before, largely because he doesn't have to consider marrying Xia Chuxue for the time being.
"But..." He Shuya felt helpless, but she knew she couldn't change his mind.
"Um... Third Young Master, could you arrange a phone call between Chuxue and my Old Master?"
"I can arrange that, keep an eye on the phone today." Feng Yan replied, then ended the call.
He Shuya didn't even have time to say thank you.
Looking at the darkened phone screen, she took a deep breath before turning to walk toward the hospital room.
After going through so much trouble, they've finally got a possible phone call.
She wasn't sure if this outcome would satisfy Xia Yiru, but she'd done her best.
For almost a month, they hadn't even had a chance to talk to Chuxue on the phone. Hopefully, she could really call today.
He Shuya returned to the hospital room and closed the door.
