"Mr. Chen, it's not like that, I—I really respect you, and I hope to continue to stay and help you with your work, but I—I'm really in big trouble right now, I must leave... otherwise, I'll bring misfortune upon Mr. Chen too, implicating you in my bad luck..." Jasmine explained in a tone of utter helplessness.
"What trouble?" Chen Feng pressed.
"It's a long story, not something I can explain in a short moment..." Jasmine stumbled over her words.
"Are you still at the medical hall?"
"Yes, I am."
"Wait for me."
After hanging up the phone, Chen Feng immediately drove the Volkswagen Phaeton that Jiang Yingxue had lent him to the Jasmine Medical Hall.
When he arrived, he saw Jasmine had already packed her luggage, ready to leave at any moment.
"What trouble have you encountered?"