When Jin Ling called her assistant, he was sitting in a western restaurant, cutting into a medium-rare steak. The pink juices and tender meat made him show a fascinated expression. When he saw the caller ID, the assistant's expression froze for a moment. He hadn't expected the Jin family to contact him after what had happened before.
But before he could react, his conditioned reflexes built over the years made him immediately put down what he was doing and answer the call.
"Where are you now? Come to the hospital quickly, I need to talk to you."
As soon as the call connected, Jin Ling's impatient voice came through the receiver, and the assistant's previously stunned expression was replaced by disgust.
"May I ask what the young lady needs me for?" The assistant's voice had a tinge of hidden impatience that he covered well.
