Jian Yufei carefully washed her father's face and hands.
There weren't many things she could do for him, but she was determined to do whatever she could.
Just as she finished, her phone rang—
"Hello, Mo Lan?" Jian Yufei put the phone to her ear.
"Yufei, I heard everything, don't be too sad, the dead can't come back to life, you must take care of yourself. Where are you staying now? May I come to see you?"
Jian Yufei felt bewildered: "What do you mean the dead can't come back to life? I don't understand what you're saying; who died?"
"..."
Mo Lan clearly realized that Jian Yufei still didn't know about the matter.
It must have been Ruan Tianling who kept it from her.
Oh no, she had caused trouble…
Jian Yufei thought of Ruan Tianling's eccentricities last night.
Her premonition worsened: "Mo Lan, tell me quickly, who died?!"
"…Did I say something? Haha, I don't remember, I was just kidding with you." Mo Lan made a clumsy excuse.
