It was unknown what material Gu Chen's phone was made of. It was still cold after holding it in his hand for so long, but Ethan Fang felt like it was burning.
Not the hands, but the face and the heart.
The atmosphere in the ward was stagnant, without any ambiguity.
Ethan Fang wanted to throw the phone away several times, but he didn't dare. The man's eyes were like two searchlights, falling on his face, observing his every move.
"Brother San, I think the boss would like me to give some reaction."
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