"Godfather, I'd like to call A Cheng, could you help me dial the number?" Zimei said again.
That night, after watching the movie with Ye Cheng, he said he was going to France for a half-month business trip, and she promised to pick him up at the airport the day he returned.
By now, the time had long passed, and Ye Cheng must be very anxious if he couldn't reach her.
After Zimei's words fell, the ward fell into silence.
"Godfather?" Zimei couldn't see what was happening, so she called out again.
Lu Shanhu, seeing her anxious look, felt even more distressed. He said in a hoarse voice, "I've already contacted him."
"What did A Cheng say?" Zimei's face lit up with joy, grabbing Lu Shanhu's sleeve, "Tell him not to worry about me, I'll find him once I'm fully recovered."
"Little Zi." Lu Shanhu suddenly called her, his expression stern: "Stop being persistent, let go. He's not worth your love."
"Godfather, I don't understand what you mean."
