Zhou Xiaobo said, "I want to see you now."
"Why do you want to see me? I don't have time."
"If you don't have time, I can also come find you," Zhou Xiaobo threatened.
"You..."
"I'm at XX Hospital, in XX ward. Come over now, I have something to tell you," Zhou Xiaobo ordered.
"Got it," the other person gritted their teeth and spat out these words, then hung up the phone.
Zhou Xiaobo fell into deep thought again, staring at the ceiling in concentration.
...
In another room.
An Ning put down the receiver and discussed with Yu Jingchen. "Do you think he was calling Zhou Shiran?"
"A hundred percent," Yu Jingchen said confidently.
"Looking forward to meeting," An Ning's heart was pounding. All the answers, evidence, seemed on the verge of coming to light.
If Zhou Shiran really showed up and said those words, then the accusation of her harming her mother would be established.
Time ticked by slowly, An Ning had never felt time passing so languidly.
