She sat there for half a day, then picked up her phone to call Jin Bo again.
Jin Bo answered, his eyes still on the document in his hand, inspecting line by line. His voice carried an electric, magnetic quality, "Missing me?"
Yan Xiaoxi said, "A bit, are you still not done?"
Jin Bo glanced at the thickness, "Just a few pages left, I'll finish soon."
Yan Xiaoxi heard "I'll finish soon," and kept the call going, "Have you... have you felt any discomfort in your chest these days?"
Jin Bo sat there, long fingers pinching a thin sheet of paper, rustling as he flipped it over, "Yes."
Yan Xiaoxi asked nervously, "How does it feel uncomfortable? Is it another rejection reaction?"
Jin Bo sat there, listening to the thick emotion in her voice, feeling quite pleased, relaxing his originally tense brows.
He looked up and gave Fang Zheng standing aside a signal to go out.
Fang Zheng took a look, perceptively exited the room, considerately closing the door behind him.
