Manji smiled gently, took her hand with his big hand, and without waiting for Ouya's reaction, he led her towards the pharmacy.
As soon as he walked to the door, he saw Hamed who had been following Manji and answered, "Prince, I have your phone number."
"..."
Ou Ya glanced at Manji and gently broke away from his hand, "If you have anything to do, go ahead and I'll go in first."
"Don't worry, wait for me for a while. It won't take much time to answer the phone. I like to watch you make medicine." Manji took the phone from Hamed's hand, but did not answer it for a long time.
The dark brown pupils kept looking at Ou Ya.
Ou Ya looked at the phone that rang over and over again and could only nod, "I'll wait for you."
Only then did Manji answer the phone with satisfaction, turned around and walked aside with the phone in hand.
The distance wasn't too far, but it wasn't too close either. Ou Ya could only faintly hear some very noisy sounds, as if the other party had lost his temper, but Manji just pursed his lips and said nothing.
Ou Ya has never been in the habit of inquiring into other people's privacy, so she consciously looked away.
"Miss Ou." Hamed met Ou Ya's gaze and immediately greeted her respectfully.
"Hello." Ou Ya nodded gently.
She knew that Ahmed was Manji's confidant, so she just greeted him politely and said nothing more.
Manji answered the phone for a long time, and Ou Ya only heard him say "Let's do this first" several times, but the other party did not hang up. There was a layer of displeasure between his brows, but he did not cut off the phone directly.
Be patient and listen to what the other person has to say.
"Do you know who made the call?" Ou Ya asked casually. She had never seen Manji endure it so reluctantly.
As soon as he asked, he remembered that this was not something he should be involved in. Just as he was about to explain, Hamed's eyes flashed and he opened his lips, "It's Your Majesty."
"What?" Ou Ya was slightly surprised, and then looked at Manji with a more understanding look.
No wonder he didn't dare to hang up the phone without permission.
"What happened? Is it because he has never returned to China?" Ouya looked at Hamed and opened his lips softly.
"This... subordinate dare not say anything." Hamed was stunned and lowered his eyes.
Ou Ya looked at him for a while and didn't force himself.
Seeing that he was holding a newspaper in his hand, just waiting for someone to get bored, he asked, "Can I borrow the newspaper you have and read it?"
"..."
Hamed nervously hid the newspaper behind his back, looking a little flustered, "It's just the national newspaper of the United Arab Emirates. Miss Ou probably won't be interested."
"..." Ou Ya frowned.
Hamed's successive reactions were a bit strange. Even if she didn't want to think deeply, she couldn't help but notice something.
"Did something happen to Manji?" Ou Ya stepped forward, "Is there any news about him in the newspaper? Why don't you even dare to show it to me?"
"Miss Ou, no, I'm subordinate..."
Just when Hamed was about to explain, Ou Ya had already taken the newspaper away from his hand and browsed it quickly.
The newspaper was in English, and Ou Ya could see the photo that took up most of the page at a glance. It was Manji.
"how so?"
Glancing at the headline of the newspaper, Ou Yazi's eyes narrowed.
"Miss Ou, don't look at it!" Hamed noticed that Ou Ya had taken away the newspaper. He immediately reached out to grab it, but it was too late. Ou Ya had already seen it.
Manji seemed to have noticed the movement here. He looked back at Ou Ya and found that her face looked strange. He hung up the phone and walked towards her quickly, "What's wrong?"
