Around 10 a.m., at the security stairs at the end of the corridor, Ye Fan dialed Tantai Wanrong's phone.
"Hehe, Xiao Fan." Tantai Wanrong was delighted to receive Ye Fan's call, her laughter sweet and alluring.
This prompted an image of a stunning and mature beauty to surface in Ye Fan's mind, her lovely lips curved in myriad charming expressions, her narrow eyes twinkling with allure.
For a moment, he forgot to speak.
Tantai Wanrong waited for three or four seconds, then urged with no response, "Xiao Fan, speak up."
"Er! Hehe, Aunt Wan." Ye Fan came back to his senses and chuckled, "How's your recovery going?"
Tantai Wanrong giggled lightly, "I wasn't really hurt, just the doctors making a big deal out of nothing. I'm getting discharged this weekend."
Then, she suddenly let out a chuckle, a bit teasingly, "Xiao Fan, once your aunt is discharged, I'll immediately find you a beautiful girlfriend. But, you have to come visit me this weekend."