Jian Yanyan burst out laughing. "Got it, okay, I'm not that weak. You go out and try to get a cab. It's probably hard to hail one right now. I'll come out and find you later. I can get dressed myself."
"Are you sure you can manage?" Qin Yin still asked, worried.
"Yes yes yes, hurry up and go call a cab. The disinfectant smell here is so strong, I don't want to stay another minute." Jian Yanyan gave Qin Yin a little push and started changing herself, so Qin Yin had no choice but to go out and try to get a cab.
Just as Jian Yanyan had said, she couldn't get a cab at all. Qin Yin grit her teeth and ended up calling Nan Sichen.
Nan Sichen was in the middle of a video conference. When his phone rang, he ignored it at first—he knew Yinyin wasn't coming home that night, and for him, aside from things related to Yinyin, nothing was more important than work. He kept the meeting going.
