'If it were him, he wouldn't let go either.'
RING RING RING...
Suddenly, his phone rang.
The caller was Wen Jie.
For some reason, he found himself reluctant to answer. But after a moment's hesitation, he tapped the accept button anyway.
"How did it go?" The man's voice was magnetic and cold, like jade adorned with ice. It was a question delivered with the tone of a statement.
Much like his devoid-of-warmth voice, he seemed utterly unfazed.
He had unconditional faith in Shen Lang.
The surgery's success was not unexpected. He had never considered any other possibility besides success.
Yu Ze lowered his gaze and grunted in affirmation. "It was a complete success... She said Little Butterfly should wake up within two days."
The man on the other end of the line seemed to pause for a moment before letting out a low chuckle. "Two days is probably the conservative estimate she gave you."
