Qiao Mo remembered, even though Qin Zhaoran didn't mention it.
But she still read the instructions for those medications.
He had indeed suffered some internal injuries and needed to take his medicine on time to recuperate.
Upon hearing that he had forgotten, she couldn't help but worry a bit.
And at this moment, inside Nanshan Villa.
Fu Nancheng was sitting in front of his desk fiddling with his phone, with a subtle curve at the corner of his lips that he himself didn't notice.
Looking at the message on the screen, after a moment's hesitation, he directly made a call.
Qiao Mo, waiting for a reply for a long time without seeing one, was just about to send another message to ask. Unexpectedly, he called, and she quickly got up.
Seeing that Qianxun and another roommate seemed to be asleep, she quickly ran to the corridor and then answered the call.
"Hello?" Qiao Mo spoke softly, feeling a bit cold standing in the corridor.
