Sister Lai suddenly felt a chill in her heart.
She truly understood the meaning of commanding respect without anger.
Standing there, her legs trembling, her mind still not clear, her feet already shuffled aside.
Bo Yanching, holding Nan Jiaojiao's hand, walked to the door, his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, looked at Nan Jiaojiao again, and pressed the speakerphone.
"Aunt Qiao?"
Nan Jiaojiao thought for a moment before recognizing.
Aunt Qiao, Qiao Airu, Song Yuan's mother, had met her in the Capital City.
"Yanqing, I saw the news, was Yuan Yuan in that car accident? How is she? I can't reach her phone, I'm so anxious. You're in Rongcheng City, could I trouble you to check on her condition for Aunt Qiao?"
Bo Yanching said, "She's in the hospital, haven't you contacted her agent?"
Qiao Airu paused, "I'm so flustered! She changed her agent, I was focusing on contacting the previous one, don't have the new number memorized."
"She's next to me, you can talk to her."
