"What if they snatch it away?" asked Gong Shirao.
"Then I'd be very anxious," Zhan Nanjue said, looking serious.
"Anxious about what?" Gong Shirao smiled, "No one can take it away anyway."
Zhan Nanjue was slightly stunned, only realizing the deeper meaning of her words after a while, and couldn't help but rub her head.
If it weren't for the many acquaintances in the hospital, he really wanted to kiss her.
She could always say a thing or two to make him feel at ease.
Because Zhan Nanjue was concerned about Gong Shirao's pregnancy, he specifically asked someone to bring Ou Yimo's belongings outside for him.
Among Ou Yimo's belongings that Zhan Nanjue received, besides some simple items, there was a mobile phone.
The staff said to Zhan Nanjue, "Dr. Zhan, to be honest, we found a note in the deceased's pocket with your phone number on it, and a message."
"What message?"
