Vanity
Editor: Henyee Translations
Sun Dongqing, who was in pain, quickly got up to treat her wound. The phone at home rang. She pressed her fingers to stop the bleeding and looked up at the clock on the wall. A deep smile appeared on her face.
She placed the videotape on the coffee table and did not bother with it anymore. She quickly went to pick up the landline that was placed at the corner of the sofa.
Ye Zhifan didn't call Sun Dongqing immediately. He and the driver who was supposed to pick them up had a misunderstanding about the pick-up point. Hence, Ye Zhifan had to wait for the driver to find them first.
Seeing that his daughter had gone to make the call, he said calmly, "Stand here and wait. I'll go over and take a look."
Ye Ying nodded hurriedly and said, "Dad, put down your luggage. I'll guard it."