Qiao Xi hurriedly tugged on Gu Zheng, her face filled with worry. "Gu Zheng, are you injured?"
The man said slowly, "Mrs. Gu, you're back. I heard you weren't coming home tonight?"
Qiao Xi: "…"
'Damn man! What are you talking about?'
Gu Zheng slowly opened his eyes. They were cold. He did not seem to be sleeping earlier.
He rubbed his eyes and frowned.
Gu Zheng's eyes looked a little lost. Even though the living room was bright, he could not see clearly.
He lowered his eyes and did not show anything in front of Qiao Xi. He said in a low voice, "Pass me the phone."
He had to call the doctor, but he could not see his phone clearly. Song Shiyu and the butler were not around either, so he could only ask Qiao Xi to help him.
Qiao Xi had a puzzled expression.
The phone was beside Gu Zheng. He could get it as long as he stretched out his hand.
