Taking a deep breath, she cast aside the distractions in her mind. She had promised not to let this man sway her emotions anymore, but she always unconsciously ended up being influenced by him. Could it be that in this lifetime, she would never escape this fate?
Suddenly, a familiar ringtone interrupted her thoughts.
Sitting up, she picked up the cellphone from the bedside table and found it was Zhuang Yanyan calling.
"Hello, Grandma Qin."
Hearing Feng Jinglei's voice on the phone, perhaps knowing that she was injured, not only was there no one to care for her, but she also had to endure her grandson's mockery and bullying. Thinking about this, Zhuang Yanyan genuinely felt heartache.
"Jinglei." Her voice was kind and gentle.
"Grandma Qin, I heard you're coming back soon?"
"Yes." Zhuang Yanyan responded, but her mind wasn't on this topic; she was concerned and asked, "Jinglei, I heard you burned your hand. Is it serious? Huh?"
Feng Jinglei was somewhat surprised by this.
