"Jian, don't think too much. Not telling Uncle was because you were afraid he'd worry. He shouldn't blame you," Qin Rou comforted.
"I'm just worried! The AIDS incident already showed it, if Uncle finds out, I really don't know what he might do."
Jian Dan hesitated for a long time, and then dialed Chu Liyuan's phone again. The line was still connected, but no one answered.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"It's the food delivery, I'll get it!" Qin Rou stood up to open the door.
As the phone's beep sounded repeatedly, Jian Dan's expression grew increasingly dejected.
"Some things are best said face to face!" As the low magnetic voice rang out, the phone in Jian Dan's hand fell to the ground.
She slowly stood up, and looking in the direction of the voice, she saw a person wrapped in a protective suit, covered from head to toe.
Yet, even like this, she recognized him at a glance.
