Zhuo Feng was eating the restaurant's signature porridge and found the taste quite good, with plenty of ingredients and perfectly cooked.
"Miss, please drink some more."
An An had no appetite for anything else, so she merely drank two bowls of porridge.
After finishing breakfast, Ah Hu paid the bill, and they prepared to leave.
As they were just leaving, without even getting into the car, An An's phone rang.
Her heart couldn't help but tense up; was it Lu Mingfei calling?
Thinking about it, she felt really frustrated with herself.
At this point, she still held a sliver of hope for that man.
Zhuo Anan, are you crazy?
She took her phone out of her bag; seeing the caller ID, she felt a wave of disappointment.
"Hello, Chen Ziling, what's up?"
"An An, something's wrong. My dad was complaining of chest pain and couldn't breathe. Please come and take a look."
"What? Wasn't his heart condition fine during the last check-up?"
