Hearing the silence from the other end of the line, Cheng Yan sighed. "Forget it, I'll just stay here alone," he stated. "It's fine if the wound reopens. It will scab again anyway."
"I'll go over now. Don't move."
As soon as Yao Tang said this, she immediately informed the people in her call to sort out the problems themselves. Once she had cleared everything out, she headed downstairs.
There, she saw Yao Yan standing by the counter.
He had been so relieved to find her safe and sound. However, when he saw that she wasn't in her pajamas, he furrowed his eyebrows.
"It's so late," he said. "Where are you going?"
"The person who had saved me sustained a wound. I need to go over and help him," she replied softly.
She also needed to go there to find out what was going on. Why wasn't his wound healing as easily as she had thought it'd be?
