In the throes of turmoil, Gong Chen's phone rang.
He squinted his eyes, took a deep breath, and reluctantly pulled out his phone with displeasure.
Seeing it was a call from Chen Jin, he pressed to answer despite himself.
"What is it?"
"Miss Sang refused again, and she keeps emphasizing the matter of the child," Chen Jin said.
"Got it."
"The hospital and the schedule are all set, we can return to Jing City tomorrow."
"Okay."
Gong Chen hung up the phone.
Lin Zhiyi immediately tugged at her clothes and frowned unconsciously.
Quick hands.
He had already taken off his own shirt.
She feigned calmness and asked, "What's wrong?"
Gong Chen set down his phone, bare-chested, with both hands shoved into his trouser pockets. "Did Sang Ran approach you in private?"
Lin Zhiyi froze mid-motion as she adjusted her clothes, then nodded. "Yes."
"What did she say to you?"