Thinking of this, Lu Mingfei felt even more uneasy.
He reached out for his phone on the bedside table and dialed An An's number.
An An lay in bed, feeling a bit chilly after just having her blood drawn.
When she heard the phone ring, she was a bit puzzled. Who could be calling so early?
She quickly picked up the phone, saw that it was Lu Mingfei calling, and answered immediately, "Hello, Woody, are you feeling unwell? Wait for me, I'll come see you right away."
"No, An An, I'm fine, I'm just worried about you. Where are you now?"
An An lay back in bed, wondering if he had discovered something.
She thought for a moment, "I'm at home, still in bed, so tired."
Lu Mingfei listened to An An's slightly coy tone, it seemed that she wasn't fully awake.
"Sorry for waking you up so early, but, An An, there's something I need you to answer honestly."
An An tugged at the blanket, still feeling cold, as if the blanket wasn't thick enough.
"What is it, tell me."
