"I told you I had to go out on an errand," she snapped. "How did that turn into going on a date with a man in your story? Have you ever seen anyone dating in a hospital room? Or is that the kind of thrilling spot you and your girlfriend choose for dates? Spreading rumors like this could have legal consequences, you know! Be careful, or I might sue you for defamation."
Qi Ming, who had been waiting anxiously in the hotel for any updates, found himself pacing restlessly. The messages he had sent Wen Qiao sunk without a trace, going unanswered just like those sent to Fu Jinghen.
Just as he was preparing to go out and nab someone for Fu Jinghen, his phone chirped with a notification – a message from Fu Jinghen himself.
Qi Ming continued with putting on his shoes while opening the voice message. A familiar female voice pierced his ears. He halted his actions when the last sentence, shouted by Wen Qiao, made Qi Ming jerk the phone away from his ear.
"....."
