Wei Anning took the glass of water, and after a sip, her smoke-filled throat felt a bit better. She looked at Jiang Yang and said, "No need, Leng Youchen is already on his way to pick me up. He is probably at the hospital by now. I left in a hurry and didn't have time to call him. Can I borrow your phone?"
Jiang Yang's pupils slightly contracted. He handed her the phone without a change in expression, "Sure, go ahead and call. I'll go to the kitchen to see what's for lunch."
After Jiang Yang left, Wei Anning dialed Leng Youchen's number, but there was no signal here, and the call couldn't go through. She tried several times, but it was in vain.
She frowned, got up, and went to the kitchen. She saw Jiang Yang had taken off his suit and was rolling up his sleeves to make a fruit salad. She said awkwardly, "Jiang Yang, there's no signal here, I can't make a call."
