He wasn't willing to suspect her even a little bit, especially since Nan Jiaojiao's circle had always been clean. Doesn't everyone deserve some personal space?
Who could have known? He was being magnanimous, and yet Nan Jiaojiao suddenly conjured up a "husband" and even had a child.
How could he not think wildly?
The cell phone was always in his pocket, ready to be answered the moment it rang. She hadn't chased after him then, and now there wasn't even a phone call. What did she take him for?
Before long, Han Chuan sent a photo, it was of the temporary parking space in front of the hospital.
"Sir, Miss Nan's car is still there."
She hadn't left the hospital yet.
Bo Yanching laughed at himself, threw the phone away, and started drinking without any reservations.
...
Nan Jiaojiao didn't sleep all night; she couldn't hold up by dawn and lay on the sofa for a while. She woke up in less than an hour.
