Su Kenan unhappily handed the phone back to Cheng Gaohua.
"Finished talking?"
"Are you going to the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine?"
Taking the phone, Cheng Gaohua didn't pay attention to her daughter's expression and asked instinctively.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she got the phone, it started ringing.
Cheng Gaohua paused for a moment, then answered the call, speaking irritably, "Su Baoqing, are you done yet? I've already let you talk to Kenan, don't push your luck!"
"No, it's just..."
Su Baoqing felt at a loss: "I barely said two sentences and Kenan hung up on me. I'm just as baffled."
"???"
Cheng Gaohua: "Su Baoqing, see, even your daughter doesn't want to talk to you."
"It's really not my fault. I only asked if she wanted to go to the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, didn't even say much, and Kenan hung up on me." Su Baoqing was also feeling quite frustrated.
