"Why am I coming to the hospital?" Bo Yanching retorted.
Song Yuan almost felt a myocardial infarction coming.
She bit her lip and brazenly said, "My parents wanted to thank you for helping us yesterday. They couldn't find time to meet you, and they asked me if you'd come today. They want to thank you in person."
"No need. It was a small favor."
"Then you..."
Beep—
Before she could finish, Bo Yanching hung up the call.
The busy signal in her ear felt like a slap across her face.
There seemed to be a faint laughter in the air.
Song Yuan looked up and saw Nan Jiaojiao leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching her with a smile. Her expression changed immediately, "What are you doing standing there? Eavesdropping on my call?"
Nan Jiaojiao raised her hand to point, "Miss Song, it seems like you're holding my phone."
Song Yuan pursed her lips, feeling guilty, and threw the phone back onto the nightstand heavily, "Third Brother Bo called, I just answered it for you."
