"This world is indeed ironic."
Jiang Meilin pressed her lips together, "What did you say about dying soon?"
"I'm getting my comeuppance. I've got cancer, I'm dying soon. Are you happy?" Shen Mingfeng asked.
On the other end of the phone, Jiang Meilin shook her head, but tears were already streaming down her face. Before she could say anything, the phone was taken from her from behind.
She turned around and saw that it was Su Junhao.
With a cold face and an exceptionally stern voice, he said, "Let Jian Yanyan listen to the phone."
On this end of the call, Shen Mingfeng was stunned, this call was so bizarre, with four people on the line.
He handed the phone to Jian Yanyan and said, "It's Su Junhao."
Jian Yanyan paused, held the phone to her ear, but didn't speak, just listened quietly.
From the receiver came Su Junhao's breathing, while she also breathed lightly on this end.
Neither spoke first, but Su Junhao knew the phone was already in Jian Yanyan's hand.
