After the nurse had finished speaking, everyone carefully watched Mo Shichen's expression.
The will was actually very short; with his usual reading speed, he could have finished it in about two seconds, but his eyes remained fixed on it.
Silence fell for an unknown length of time.
Finally, Mo Shichen's gaze lifted from the thin will, sweeping over to them, "Where is the cell phone he used to make contact before he passed?"
"It's here. We have already organized all of Mr. Li's belongings," they replied.
His gaze then settled on the nurse, his tone still betraying no emotion, "So how did an old man who never sent text messages find out Miss Wen's phone number?"
"This..." The nurse shuffled uneasily, shaking her head, "We are not sure; you might have to ask Mr. Li's nephew who visited him some time ago... It was after his visit that Mr. Li started to call Miss Wen."