An Lin looked at the two people sitting in the front row.
Upon hearing this, the man in the passenger seat shook his head, "I don't know yet, we've been focusing on how to rescue Miss An and haven't called Young Master Qin."
"Give me the phone, I'll call him."
An Lin said as she reached out her hand.
The man in the passenger seat took out the phone and respectfully handed it to An Lin, "Miss An, calling him at this time, would it be disturbing Young Master Qin?"
Upon hearing this, a trace of hesitation flickered in An Lin's eyes.
She glanced at the time and still dialed Qin Mu's number.
The phone rang twice, and Qin Mu's voice came over, slightly through the airwaves, "Hello!"
"Ah Mu, it's me."
"An Lin, are you okay now?"
Hearing An Lin's voice, Qin Mu's tone suddenly became joyful, although not very obvious, An Lin still noticed it.
He was genuinely happy.
A strange complex emotion surged in her heart, her voice softened a bit, "I'm okay now, how is the hospital?"
