"Someone... there's someone..." Song Weiyi pushed him away breathlessly, just as Pei Yibai's phone rang, and he nodded in good spirits.
Song Weiyi turned around, as Mrs. Xu arrogantly walked past.
They were treated like thin air.
When she went to tease her two little grandsons, the old lady's face bloomed into a chrysanthemum smile.
Song Weiyi "..."
"I'll take the call," said Pei Yibai.
With the phone in hand, he walked to the living room. It was Smith.
Lately, the situation in America had been monitored by Smith.
And Dmitry, having learned of Smith's identity after that incident, seemed to be cautious and had not done anything further.
"Discharged?" Just after the video call started, Smith noticed the environment around Pei Yibai looked different from a hospital.
"Yeah."
"Congratulations, congratulations! With you being in and out of the hospital these past few days, take it easy in the future," Smith chuckled, his mouth curling into a sly smile.
