The agent looked blankly at Ou Yimo.
"What are you standing there for? Do you not understand what I'm saying!?" Ou Yimo shouted at her.
The agent hesitated, ultimately said nothing, and opted to leave.
Ou Yimo clenched her fist, her body subconsciously trembling.
The agent sighed at the door; Ou Yimo had already tried everything with her. What other way did she have to get Zhan Nanjue to come?
More frustrating was that even if Zhan Nanjue came, what then? They would still end up arguing after saying no more than three sentences, finally parting unhappily.
Ten minutes passed. Twenty minutes. Half an hour...
An hour...
Two hours.
Ou Yimo was finally impatient.
"Is he coming or not!!!"
The agent was in a dilemma; she had already gone to Zhan Nanjue's hospital room time and again, but Zhan Nanjue had said that no matter how many times she came, he would not go to see Ou Yimo.
