The bedroom door wasn't shut tightly, slightly ajar.
Nangong Yaoling looked at Xia Xiaonuan in the bedroom, illuminated by the phone's light, with a damp sparkle on her face.
The man's brow furrowed slightly, his pupils constricted instantly.
He clenched his fist, watching her dial a string of numbers.
"Hello... May I... May I speak to Manager An? And, how... how is she doing now? Oh... okay, thank you... I'm... I'm her friend.
Can I ask, which hospital is she in? People's Hospital... okay... thank you."
Xiaonuan hung up the phone, tossing it onto the bed.
She suddenly grabbed the pillow from the bed and fiercely hurled it into the air in front of her.
Then she collapsed onto the bed, feeling somewhat dejected.
Her body covered the phone, making the bedroom darker.
Nangong Yaoling slowly withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked towards the study.
Xiaonuan lay on the bed, unaware that everything she had just done was seen by Nangong Yaoling.
