The city lights began to shine.
Just after nightfall, Huo Jingting drove home.
Gu Nanqiao was cooking soup in the kitchen, heard the door open, and called out towards the entrance, "Jingting, is that you?"
"It's me."
Just as Huo Jingting's voice trailed off, his phone rang.
He took out his phone and saw it was Jiang Qian calling, and answered without a second thought.
Jiang Qian's tone was cold, "I've notified the hospital here to prepare blood reserves that match your blood type. Find a time to come over, the sooner the better."
After speaking, he didn't wait for Huo Jingting's response and hung up directly.
He was forced into a corner, so he had no choice but to compromise. Either way, there was danger, so he might as well take charge of his own safety.
Huo Jingting stared at the now dark phone screen, curling his lips into a faint smile.
Just then, Gu Nanqiao brought out the soup and, seeing the smile on his lips, couldn't help asking, "Who called just now?"
