"Yes, I'm quite worried." Wen Ruoqing pulled the corner of her mouth and forced herself to smooth it over.
"Ruoqing, can you continue to be perfunctory? Tang Ling, if you have such a sister, I don't know if she will be angry to spit blood." On the other end of the phone, Murong Duanyang directly rolled his eyes.
He knew Wen Ruolan well, so he didn't take Ruoqing's words to heart.
Ruoqing had been worried when she mentioned Third Young Mr. Ye earlier, but now that she mentioned Tang Ling, her tone was more and more perfunctory.
"How could that be? I've put in a lot of effort for my brother's sake. I'm going to inspect the hospital right now and confirm something with the medical examiner." Wen Ruoqing was stunned. Didn't she care about Tang Ling's matters?
Of course not!!
However, with regards to who Tang Ling had met that night, Wen Ruoqing felt that it was a foregone conclusion. Thus, there was no need for her to worry about it.