C688 He Lost His Temper

Xinling sighed, looking up at the hospital ceiling, its stark whiteness mirroring her mood. Her phone finally rang, and she glanced at the screen—it was Nie Zeyu's number.

This guy finally decided to reach out. But she was fuming. Holding the phone, she let it ring loudly, her brow furrowed with anger.

"Nie Zeyu