The phone rang again, and he received another call.
He furrowed his brows and picked up the phone, his husky voice exuding impatience, "Hello..."
"Yue Ming," Cui Qin's panicked voice came through, "It's bad, Zhishui is in trouble, Zhishui slit her wrists, she attempted suicide, come quick!"
"Slit her wrists?" Feng Yueming felt somewhat familiar with this phrase.
"Yes, Yue Ming, you haven't visited Zhishui these days. She's been in a terrible mood, locking herself in her room and not coming out. I just pushed open the door and found that Zhishui had slit her wrists. She's bled so much. Yue Ming, please hurry over. Don't aggravate Zhishui anymore. I believe if you're willing to come and spend some time with her, she'll be fine."
Feng Yueming's face remained expressionless, his thin lips drawn into a cold line, "She slit her wrists, just go find a doctor, what use is finding me?"
Cui Qin on the other end choked up, completely unprepared for such a response from Feng Yueming.
