Situ Yan took out his phone and dialed a number.
Jiang Xue was sleeping, having a sweet dream, when her phone rang suddenly.
She frowned, picked up the phone without looking, and complained, "Who the hell is calling me this late?!"
Situ Yan said coldly, "It's me."
Hearing the low, familiar voice, Jiang Xue paused for a moment.
Her pupils lit up instantly, and she excitedly sat up from the bed.
"Yan... Yan... Is it really you? Do you miss me? Am I dreaming?"
"It's not a dream, and I don't miss you. I'm calling to inform you that your man is sick in the hospital and might be dying. Shouldn't you go and visit him?"
Jiang Xue was taken aback upon hearing this.
Her expression changed, and she nervously shouted into the phone, "Yan, what's wrong with you? What happened to you?"
Situ Yan's face darkened.
"It's not me, it's Nangong Yaoling!" Talking to such a brainless woman is really exhausting.
