Ming Li picked up the phone and stuffed it back into his hand.
—For some reason, she couldn't help but feel this young man wasn't very bright.
After a ten-minute drive, they finally arrived at the hospital. Weilin felt as though a century had passed. He clutched his phone, his knuckles turning stark white from the pressure; after the shock of what had just happened, he hadn't dared to unlock it to take a look.
The young assistant went to register them, while Ming Li chatted with him idly. "Come to think of it, we’ve met three times today."
Such a little troublemaker.
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