The smile on Jun Yucheng's face froze slightly, and he seemed a little unhappy because of Ji Ran's request.
Can't this woman think about anyone else except her son?
I didn't even talk to him for a few words before calling him on the phone. Is this son so charming?
The more Jun Yucheng thought about it, the more unhappy he became. He glared with a bit of jealousy at the little guy sitting on the bed, muttering to express his dissatisfaction.
There was silence on the other end of the phone, as if he was nervously waiting for Jun Yucheng's answer.
After feeling unhappy for a while, he spoke to the phone and said, "Wait."
Picking up the phone and walking up to the young master, he handed the phone to his hand and said, "Ji Ran is calling."
As soon as he heard it was Ji Ran, the young master's face immediately showed a joyful smile, and he almost snatched the phone from his hand——
"Hello? Hello? Jiran, are you going to get off work?"
The little guy looked very excited. Compared with the depressed look just now, it was obvious that he was constantly jumping for joy after receiving a call from Ji Ran from his home.
When Ji Ran on the other end of the phone heard his son's excited and joyful voice, his heart sank slightly.
The hand holding the phone was shaking, thinking about leaving her son alone in the hospital, she felt guilty in her heart.
She hasn't spent much time with him all this time, and now, she even left him in the hands of a "stranger".
Yes, a stranger! A stranger!
She found it a bit ironic that the two people who were supposed to share a family relationship as father and son could now only stay together as strangers.
"Ji Ran? Ji Ran, can you hear my voice?"
Seeing that the person on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, the little guy sitting on the bed here still suspected that there was something wrong with someone's mobile phone and kept shaking it.
At the same time, he didn't notice that someone was sitting next to him with a sullen expression, staring at him with an obviously jealous expression.
Pulled back to her senses by the young master's voice, Ji Ran straightened her expression, with some remorse in her eyes. She faced the person on the other end of the phone with a hint of avoidance in her voice:
"Young Master, I still have many patients to see. Can you just follow that uncle obediently?"
"Then...when will you pick me up?"
The little guy's eyes suddenly lost sight, and the joy from before was gone from his voice.
Ji Ran's heart tightened. He looked at his tied hands and feet, pursed his lips, and didn't know how to answer.
"You stay with uncle for a few more days, and when I'm done, I'll pick you up right away, okay?"
The young master's eyes lowered, and the expression on his face became silent.
After a while, he raised his head again and said comfortingly to Ji Ran on the other end of the phone: "Okay, Ji Ran, just go about your business and don't worry about me."
Hearing his son's clear voice, Ji Ran's eyes flashed with gratitude and relief.
She was grateful to God for giving her such a smart and sensible child. He was like a grown man who gave her tolerance, strength and all the courage to live.
Even if he was unhappy, he would never let her worry. A five-year-old child gave her infinite strength to survive.
The corners of her lips raised, she nodded towards the other end of the phone, "Okay, little Shao Qian must be good."