"Yeah. I've got to go and get some sleep. I have a shampoo commercial to shoot tomorrow morning."
Lin Hang smiled. "It's not safe at this late hour. I'll ask my friend to escort you back…"
"It's fine. I can take a taxi. Don't trouble him."
"Don't come back…"
"Why not?"
Puzzled, she looked at Lin Hang.
"My illness is serious. It will be nothing but a burden to you. I don't want to see you waste time on visiting me in the hospital."
"Humph… That's ridiculous. Point not taken… I'll come and see you after work tomorrow… Tell me on WeChat what you like to eat. I'll check the messages after the shooting."
Hearing that she'd come tomorrow, Lin Hang didn't say anything, but he looked joyful.
"Yao."
"Yeah?"
