Daughter
Editor: Atlas Studios
She looked at him nervously and pityingly.
Bo Jinghang frowned. "Why?"
The woman sat on the sofa with her phone in her hand.
"… Is your phone out of battery?"
Bo Jinghang got out of bed. Upon hearing her words, he instinctively looked for something.
The woman pointed at the coffee table and picked up a black phone. She stood up and handed it to him.
Seeing Bo Jinghang take it and turn on the screen, she pursed her lips and said,
"So there's still electricity. There was no movement last night. I thought it was dead."
Bo Jinghang didn't say anything. He glanced at his phone and threw it aside.
She reached out to pinch her swollen glabella.
"Didn't anyone call or send you a message last night?"
Bo Jinghang stood up and wanted to find the washroom. When he heard her words, he was especially impatient.
"What are you trying to say?"