An Lin furrowed her brow slightly as she watched Qin Mu snatch the phone from her hand. His long fingers pressed the answer button, and he gave her a reassuring look before politely and gently saying, "Mom!"
"Ah Mu, why are you the one answering? Where's An Lin?"
Standing elegantly by the bed, Qin Mu listened as Mom An's voice came through the phone, and An Lin, sitting on the bed, could hear it too.
Qin Mu smiled slightly, walking toward his hospital bed with the phone in hand, "Mom, An Lin went downstairs to buy me some fruit. Is there something you need?"
Lying without even blushing.
An Lin muttered to herself, a faint displeasure on her delicate face.
Qin Mu returned to his bed, and An Lin couldn't hear what her mom said.
However, from Qin Mu's words, she could guess roughly, and she couldn't help but turn her head, looking at Qin Mu seated at the edge of the bed.
