In the hospital of Country M, Xiang Yiqing was lying on a chair outside the ward, just squinting, and awakened by the ringing of the phone.
He dumbly took out his cell phone and glanced at the caller ID. It was his father who called. He answered the call and put it to his ear, “Dad.”
“what?”
Char didn’t know what Xiang Yiqing heard, but saw him sit up nervously, and he turned and leaned in front of him.
“I know.”
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