Bai Xiao finished her shift early and left the hospital, fearing she would get entangled by these people again.
About a week ago, An Zhiyuan had called her, saying he probably couldn't come home for about half a month because he was on a very important mission.
Knowing it was confidential, Bai Xiao didn't ask more questions; she was already quite the qualified wife in demeanor and quality.
She wouldn't ask what she shouldn't, and whatever An Zhiyuan could tell her, he would; what he couldn't, not even death would make him reveal it to her.
Just as she took out her keys to unlock the door, the neighboring door opened.
Li Jiao was leaning on a crutch, with a very pale complexion.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Li Jiao's complexion, Bai Xiao thought she might be sick.
"Let's talk inside!" Li Jiao followed Bai Xiao into the house, with an urgency that left Bai Xiao stunned for a long time.
"What happened? Your complexion doesn't look good."
