"Well, I hope so." Nia nodded. "Otherwise, I would still be afraid. I was afraid that he would come to me and ask me who I gave blood to."
"Then don't leave me. No one dares to touch you." Zayn really didn't drink anymore. He went to the other side and poured himself a glass of water, leaning against the bar counter and drinking.
"I got it."
Nia had to lower her head unconsciously when she caught his eyes.
He always felt that there was something hot in his eyes.
She held each other's hands and said nervously, "There's one more thing... that one. Mr. Ali, I don't know which one you transferred my grandma to. I want to see her in a few days."
Just as he was thinking about how to tell Zayn that his grandmother asked them to go back to get engaged, he heard Nia's question, so he had to suppress that matter.
"It's in Zayn, another company that runs a business. You can rest assured."
"Really? Thank you so much." Nia was very grateful.