"No..." Bai Xiang shook his head, "I rarely use a phone, and I have no one to contact.
Lan Sizhan also knows my temperament, my character. I don't like to be watched like a criminal, so there's no surveillance in this building."
Bai Xiang felt dead inside, his legs crippled again, and Lan Sizhan was completely at ease with him.
When Bai Xiang was healthy, his social interactions were minimal, let alone now in the eyes of outsiders, he's been dead for over four years.
Moreover, Lan Sizhan trusts and respects Bai Xiang, always treating him as a brother, a family member.
As soon as Ji Hanyu asked, Bai Haoxue immediately understood his meaning.
"Dad, give me your phone, I want to call Lin Zhan, and have him send someone to find our former nanny and driver right away."
Bai Xiang pointed to the floor, where the phone had been smashed by Lan Sizhan.
Ji Hanyu bent down to pick up the phone, checked it, and found it wasn't broken.
