Wen Ran's eyes fell gently.
Her long eyelashes hid the surprise in her eyes; she still couldn't believe it.
Qing Yang's injury made her unable to stop her wild imagination.
If Qing Yang's injury is related to Meng Ke, then...
"Xiuchen, no matter how Qing Yang got hurt, I must tell Xiaoxiao about it."
After hesitating, Wen Ran raised her eyes with determination and looked at Mo Xiuchen.
Mo Xiuchen nodded gently and said warmly, "Originally, I planned to wait for Qing Yang to return and give Xiaoxiao the photos he took. But now, Qing Yang's injuries are severe, and we don't know when he will wake up. It's good for you to inform Xiaoxiao."
"I'll call Xiaoxiao now." Wen Ran said, immediately pulling out her phone to dial Bai Xiaoxiao's number.
It's still working hours at the moment.
The phone rang several times before Bai Xiaoxiao's voice came through, light and cheerful, with a touch of laughter: "Hello, Ranran."
"Xiaoxiao, can you get off work now?"
