Loo Jinyang's face stiffened, and the hand he had raised did not land for a long while.
Was it really Nan Jiaojiao?
He made up a perfunctory excuse, asked a nurse for directions, remembered the room number, then pretended to take a phone call and walked away.
In a secluded spot, he made a phone call to Bo Yanching.
The phone was picked up after only two rings, as if it had been clutched in hand all along.
"Speak quickly."
Loo Jinyang choked for a moment, his carefully prepared words pushed back by Bo Yanching's command.
"Brother Yan, when did you get back?"
"Just arrived."
"Oh," Loo Jinyang looked out the window at the heavy dark colors that the light couldn't brighten by more than a few inches, a lump formed in his throat, and he tentatively asked, "So you've seen the little sister-in-law then?"
"Not yet, I'm at the bar, waiting for her to pick me up."
"Ah, that's, that's so?" Loo Jinyang's gaze drifted.
He faintly heard the sound of Bo Yanching flicking a lighter.
