Qiao Xi extended her hand, droplets cascading down her delicate skin.
She picked up her phone and browsed through the messages inside, which included some from hospital colleagues and friends expressing their care. There were also three missed voice calls from Shu Xue, yet the husband pinned at the top hadn't sent anything.
Qiao Xi felt a slight sense of loss, but she still called Shu Xue back first.
Shu Xue answered the phone quickly, her voice cheerful, "Qiao Xi, have you arrived safely in the Imperial Capital? You left so suddenly, I didn't get a chance to say some things to you."
Qiao Xi idly poked at the bubbles in the bathtub and asked, "What did you want to say to me? Confess and you'll be treated leniently, resist and face strictness."
Shu Xue laughed and said, "Stop pretending, I don't believe Zhou Yu knows and you two are clueless! Qiao Xi, you knew I was going to join the Aid Africa medical team, didn't you?"
Qiao Xi's lips curved slightly, "Hmm."