As her words came to an end, her phone pinged with a message, the screen facing Han Jingnian. It was a text message that read,
"I heard President Han has woken up, so are you leaving now?"
The sender was Lin Chen, the second son of the Lin Family.
Unintentionally, Han Jingnian, who had been about to reach for the flowers, couldn't help but tremble slightly at the tip of his fingers.
Leave? Where was she going?
And what did this message mean? Could it be that if he hadn't had this accident, her original plan was to leave Beijing?
Han Jingnian's palm involuntarily clenched the bedsheets.
Soon, Xia Wan'an's phone pinged again with a message from Lin Chen, "I checked the weather for the coming days. There's a whole day of rain in the United Kingdom tomorrow and the day after; it's very likely that flights won't take off as scheduled. So what do you think, leave the day after tomorrow or the day after that?"
