Just then, Han Jingnian’s cell phone rang.
Zhang Te wisely closed his mouth, waiting for Han Jingnian to finish before speaking again.
But who would have known that the next mont, he could clearly see through the rear-view mirror that Han Jingnian, without even blinking, had hung up the phone.
Zhang Te was so shocked that his mouth could fit a whole egg.
He stared, gaping in a silent "O" for a while, before managing to speak under Han Jingnian’s impatient stare, "The Mada was injured last Monday, taken to People’s Hospital. The nurse taking care of her said that soone had called an ambulance to take the Mada to the hospital. It was at noon, but the Mada didn’t wake up until that night, she was unconscious for about six or seven hours, and stayed in the hospital for five days before being discharged..."
Han Jingnian suddenly asked an unrelated question out of nowhere: "What day of the week did she call you?"
"Er..." Zhang Te was busy every day and couldn’t rember right away. He thought for a while: "... It was last week, it seems to be..."
At this point, Zhang Te paused. After a while, he finally said in shock, "... The Mada called last Monday night...She said she had an ergency business trip. Actually, the Mada was, was, was injured and hospitalized?"
"But, why would the Mada lie? She..."
Before Zhang Te could finish his sentence, he felt that the atmosphere in the car had changed, so he imdiately fell silent.
The car was moving forward steadily.
Seated in the back, Han Jingnian was indifferently looking out the window, not saying a word.
The phone in his hand continued to ring, but he didn’t answer.
He didn’t know how far the car had driven, but suddenly he rembered the ti when he had taken a call at his assistant’s desk, he had felt that sothing was off with her voice. He wanted to ask about it, but in the end, he thought he had misheard and hung up... Now that he thought about it, her voice was trembling because she was in pain from her injuries, right?
The expression on Han Jingnian’s face remained unchanged, but the fingertips holding his phone were pressing hard, turning the knuckles white.
...
Xia Wan’an finished half an hour earlier today. Coupled with the traffic, she didn’t get ho until almost seven.
By the ti she was done cooking and had the al set on the table, it was already half past eight.
Like always, she set out two sets of bowls and chopsticks. Before she started eating, she didn’t forget to fill up the bowl opposite her with soup.
Not very hungry, Xia Wan’an soon put down her bowl and chopsticks.
Seeing that there was still plenty of ti, she didn’t hurry to clean up. Seated at the dining table, she was using her chopsticks to write on the table with the clear soup.
Suddenly, there was a noise at the door, startling Xia Wan’an to the point that she dropped her chopsticks.
As she bent down to pick up the chopsticks, she realized that apart from her, the only person who could co into this house was the owner of the house, Han Jingnian.
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