With no other choice, she could only make a call to Lu Yin.
When Lu Yin received Lin Qinqin's call, he was still at the company while Lu Meng was taking care of Yunjin in the hospital room.
Hearing Lin Qinqin's voice instantly gave him a headache.
He knew his uncle was not so easy to deal with. Just having hung up the phone that morning, by evening, Lin Qinqin was already there.
Luckily Qiao An was not there, otherwise, the two of them might have clashed.
......
Qiao An sat in the courtyard, grabbing Xiaohei by the back of its neck with one hand and patting its head with the other, her red lips curling into a pleased arc, "You're really plump, aren't you, Mu Jingxi? Should we go for spicy pot dog meat, or braised? How about a hot pot?"
This tug-of-war had already lasted for two days.
Old man Wen still hadn't budged to give her the remaining medicine, but Qiao An was not in a hurry, patiently playing 'a frog in warm water'.