"Hello."
Rong Yan received a call from Qin Jun in the middle of the night, her mind still not fully awake.
Why is he calling at such a late hour?
"What's wrong?" As soon as she woke up, the man sleeping beside her woke up as well, propping himself up and turning on the bedside lamp.
The warm orange light shone in her eyes. Rong Yan yawned and answered groggily, "It's Boss Qin. Not sure what's going on."
As soon as she finished speaking, the person on the other end of the phone, who hadn't spoken for a while, suddenly said, "Rong Yan, can you come to the hospital?"
"Huh?"
Her mind couldn't process it. She instinctively asked, "Is Boss Qin sick?"
If he's sick, what does it have to do with me? They're not particularly close, not even friends, right?
"It's not me."
"Then..." Rong Yan's mind cleared up a bit, and a vague bad thought emerged.
She sat up from the bed.
