Qi Jincheng looked down and immediately frowned.
Still, he pressed the answer button, but his words carried a hint of distance, "What is it?"
Su Beibei's heart tightened; she hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, Jincheng, I know calling you late at night will disturb you, but I'm really scared. I... Have you finished your work? Could you come and keep me company?"
Su Beibei's voice became more and more choked up, her careful, pleading tone was hard to refuse.
But now, Su Yin was in the operating room, hanging by a thread!
He simply couldn't leave Su Yin, who was dying, to be with Su Beibei, especially when Su Beibei was fine, but Su Yin's condition was critical!
"No way."
Those cold words spat out between his teeth, concise and clear.
In the past, Su Beibei would have been very tactful.
But today, after her call with Meng He, she had been restless, and every time she thought about Qi Jincheng being with Su Yin, she felt infuriated.