His fingers paused in the air for a moment without hanging up.
The label was "wife," there was no need to think too hard to know who was calling.
Besides Gu Nanqiao, it couldn't be anyone else.
Jiang Qian didn't hang up either, leaning forward to place the phone next to Huo Jingting's ear.
He had just undergone surgery not long ago, and was still unconscious at this moment, his eyes tightly shut, face pale.
Jiang Qian sighed softly and said, "I will find a way to keep it from Gu Nanqiao, but if you don't wake up, then I'll have her prepare your funeral directly."
He deliberately said the cruelest words, hoping to stimulate his consciousness a bit.
The call remained unanswered, and after a while, it automatically hung up.
He picked up the phone again, searched through the contacts, and found Xu Shuo's number.
