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[No need to thank me.]
Gong Nanling glanced at it and did not continue the conversation. He was in a hurry to call Lu Yiyao and Lin Ange back.
Li City.
Phoenix Stage.
Lin Ange walked to Lu Yiyao's bed with a bowl of blood and muscle recovery soup in her hand.
He sat down, picked up the spoon, and blew gently.
Just as he was about to bring it to Lu Yiyao's mouth, his phone rang.
Lu Yiyao raised his eyebrows, his dark eyes were squinting and his face was expressionless, as if he didn't hear anything.
Seeing that he didn't accept, Lin Ange frowned and curled her lips.
"You want me to pick it up again?"
"Yes."
Lu Yiyao pursed his lips. A light flashed in his eyes as he nodded slightly.
Such a 'boss' attitude made Lin Ange angry and grinded her teeth as she spoke.
"Am I really your 'personal assistant'?"
"What do you think?"
The corner of Lu Yiyao's eyebrows slightly raised. His deep black eyes were filled with a gentle light.
Although Lin Ange was angry, she didn't dare to do anything to him?
He was now the main focus.
Getting him to recuperate as soon as possible was the most important thing.
Lin Ange placed the bowl on the bedside table and answered without looking at her phone.
"Hey …"
"Little Aunt?"
Gong Nanling sat on a chair in the locker room as he called while cutting the labels on his clothes. Hearing Lin Ange's voice, his hand suddenly stopped moving.
"Gong Nanling, where did you go last night?" I called you so many times but you didn't answer? "
Lin Ange asked angrily when she heard his voice.
"Last night? "I …"
Gong Nanling gulped with a bit of guilt, while his ears started to turn red again.
He didn't know how to explain it to Lin Ange and felt embarrassed to explain it to him. He skipped over the topic and asked uneasily.
"Little Aunt, why were you so anxious to find me last night? "Also, do you know why Little Uncle is looking for me?"
"I used your uncle's phone to call you. I just want to know, how's Mengmeng?"
Lin Ange's tight face softened and her tone softened.
"Gu Mengmeng? Is she all right? "
Gong Nanling's heart tightened. He raised his eyebrows and pretended to be relaxed.
"Is she well?" If I didn't send Ding Pei over, I wonder what would happen? "
Lin Ange's face, which had just started to soften a little, suddenly tensed up when she heard that. Anger surged in her eyes.
Ding Pei had sent a message to her before she went to bed yesterday, telling her that Gu Mengmeng seemed very afraid of staying alone at home. And, before she came, she had obviously cried.
Gu Mengmeng was her best friend and her closest 'sister'. Other than Lin Yanyan, she was the 'relative' she cared about the most.
If not for Lu Yiyao, she would definitely be by her side.
"Little Aunt, what happened to Meng Meng?"
The scissors in Gong Nanling's hand fell onto the floor with a dull sound. His rebellious brows creased as he asked nervously.
"What happened to her? "You have the nerve to ask me?"
Lin Ange replied snappily.
"I drank a little too much last night, so …"
Gong Nanling explained in panic. Lin Ange felt weak to hear this.
"Gong Nanling, you have to do what you promised me. If you can't do it, don't promise me. You clearly knew that Meng Meng was scared at night, yet you still left her alone at home … "Sigh …"
Lin Ange sighed and didn't want to continue.
"Little Aunt, don't worry. I won't do it again. "From tonight onwards, I will definitely accompany Gu Mengmeng …"
Ning Qianyu, who had just reached the door of the locker room, heard the last sentence. Her footsteps became sluggish as the blue light in her eyes tightened. Her red lips lost some color.
Who on earth was this Gu Mengmeng? What happened to her? Why is Gong Nanling so nervous?
Who was the person that called Gong Nanling?
It was unknown whether it was because she was wearing too little or because the temperature in the presidential suite was too low.
She couldn't help but cough.
"Cough, cough …"
Gong Nanling turned around and saw Ning Qianyu standing at the door awkwardly.
"Why are you up? What are you doing here? "
Lin Ange who was on the other end of the phone frowned with a puzzled expression on her face.
Who was Gong Nanling talking to?
From the sound of the cough, it was clearly a girl's voice.
No wonder he didn't go with Gu Mengmeng last night. So it turned out …
Lu Yiyao saw her puzzled expression and raised his eyebrows. In his pitch black eyes, there was the same question.
Lin Ange glanced at him, then took her phone from her ear and pressed the hands-free button, placing it in front of him.
Lu Yiyao pursed his lips and smiled happily.
What did this girl hear? Why was her expression so strange?
Just as he was about to speak, a slightly hoarse female voice came out of the phone.
"I thought you were dressed …"
Ning Qianyu raised her eyebrows in embarrassment and pointed into the room.
"My clothes are here …"
"You go back and lie down. I'll call you when you're ready."
Gong Nanling's face revealed a hint of annoyance, and his tone was very impatient.
"Good …" "Cough, cough …"
Ning Qianyu coughed as she walked towards her bedroom.
At this moment, not only Lin Ange, but also Lu Yiyao showed a trace of suspicion on their faces.
What was going on?
How could Gong Nanling be with a woman?
"Little Aunt, that …"
Seeing Ning Qianyu leave, Gong Nanling quickly turned around and continued to explain to Lin Ange.
Unexpectedly, a low and chilly male voice came out of the phone.
"Gong Nanling, who was that woman?"
"Little uncle …" "Oh shit …"
Gong Nanling shuddered and fell onto the chair, nervously shouting out vulgarities.
"Speak."
Lu Yiyao said coldly when he saw that he didn't say anything.
Seeing that, Lin Ange let him talk to Gong Nanling on the phone. He reached for the porcelain bowl on the bedside table, stirred it, and then scooped a spoonful to his mouth.
If he didn't drink it now, the soup would get cold.
This was the soup that she had cooked all afternoon to help her wounds recover. No matter what, it could not be wasted.
Lu Yiyao lightly took a sip, licked his lower lip and said gently.
"Thank you, my dear …"
On the other side of the phone, Gong Nanling, who was just about to 'explain' to him, felt goosebumps all over his body when he heard this.
Was the one who just spoke, his uncle?
One second it was cold, and the next it was as warm as water.
Did he, did he become more refined?
Lin Ange glared at Lu Yiyao and pouted, too lazy to respond. He just fed him spoonfuls after spoonfuls of soup.
The screen suddenly turned dark.
Gong Nanling thought that the other side had hung up and was preparing to take off his phone. Unexpectedly, Lu Yiyao's voice sounded again.
"Gong Nanling, speak."
"Little Uncle, what are you talking about?"
Gong Nanling was so nervous that he forgot the previous question. He swallowed his saliva and said timidly.
"What do you think?"