The quiet corridor was devoid of any sound.
They were waiting for the operation room door to open.
Before the door to the operation room opened, Yan Ye's phone rang.
After glancing at his phone, Yan Ye handed Xiaocheng to He Wenze, then walked away with his phone.
"What's Dad doing? Dad seems really unhappy! Does he not like my sister anymore?" Xiaocheng scratched his head, watching Yan Ye's retreating figure and couldn't help but murmur.
"Of course not. Your dad certainly likes your sister, and he likes you too. He is just answering a phone call because someone called him."
He Wenze patiently explained, causing Xiaocheng to purse his lips.
However, it was only a few seconds of silence before Xiaocheng had another question: "Why did Dad walk so far away to answer the phone? Why didn't he just answer it right here? Who is calling him?"
...
Too many questions, He Wenze didn't have the answers.
He Wenze had no idea who was calling.
