On the other side, after An Lan went upstairs, she saw Huo Zhanting leaning against the wall, seriously making a phone call to someone. When he saw her come in, Huo Zhanting straightened his body slightly, said a few words hastily to the other person, hung up the phone, and waved to An Lan.
"Is Zhang Ya awake?"
An Lan walked over and leaned her head against Huo Zhanting's shoulder, murmuring softly. Her brows were full of worry. Huo Zhanting caught it from the corner of his eye and straightened his expression, "What happened? You look so pale."
"Nothing," An Lan opened her mouth but then closed it again. Naturally, Huo Zhanting didn't believe her. He grabbed An Lan's shoulders with both hands, making her stand upright. When his hand touched An Lan's left shoulder, she gasped; the painful and numbing sensation in her left shoulder returned.
