Han Ming was exasperated, feeling annoyed. He shouldn't have posted that photo last night; he had just asked for trouble.

Now Dong Xiaolu has even given herself such an unpleasant nickname, Han Pianpian, which sounds almost like "Han Pianpian" (meaning "to suck poop").

"What, not saying anything? Feeling guilty? Humph!"

Dong Xiaolu on the phone was relentless.

"Why didn't you answer your phone after you sent the photos yesterday? You even turned off your phone. What were you doing, acting so suspiciously?"

Looking at his mother, who was eavesdropping nearby, Han Ming could only say helplessly:

"I'm not lying to you, I really have something to do."

"Something's up? What is it? Where are you?"

"I'm at the hospital."

"Hospital? Why are you at the hospital? Did you get hit by a meteor?"

Dong Xiaolu asked curiously.

"Well……"

Han Ming was a little speechless. This girl's guess was actually quite accurate; he had almost been hit by those two divine artifacts yesterday. But he couldn't mention that now, so he could only reply:

"No, it's my dad. My dad is sick."

Are you serious?

Dong Xiaolu clearly didn't believe it.

"Of course, who would joke about this..."

Han Ming said helplessly.

"Which hospital are you in? Tell me quickly, don't lie."

Is this girl really going to come to the hospital to see me, or am I just lying to her?

Han Ming was truly helpless:

"Uh, you're planning to visit my dad? Never mind, don't bother. The provincial capital is quite far from here, and besides, we're being discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning."

"None of your business. Just tell me the hospital and ward number, hurry up and stop talking nonsense."

Han Ming had no choice but to yell at Dong Xiaolu over the phone, but his mother was watching with great interest, so he could only reluctantly tell her the hospital and room number.

The other person casually replied, "Just wait and see."

Then he hung up the phone.

"Hey, this young lady has quite a personality." Han Ming sighed helplessly, looking at his phone after the call ended.

What does she mean? Did she really come to the hospital to see my dad? The thought immediately made my glasses react:

"Based on tone and manner of voice, the other party's decision to comply is 100%, and their level of concern is 80%."

Percentage of those showing concern: the caller 70%, and a third party (the caller's father) 30%.

Han Ming was a little confused looking at the information in front of him. What did this mean? Did it mean he cared or not?

Is it possible that Dong Xiaolu will 100% come to the hospital to visit my dad, and that she cares about this matter a lot, with 70% of her concern for me and 30% for my dad?

Han Ming stared wide-eyed, his mind racing.

At this moment, Chen Fang, who was standing to the side, saw her son staring blankly at his phone and asked curiously:

"Mingming, whose phone was that? Was it a girl?"

She was asking a question she already knew the answer to. She was absolutely asking a question she already knew the answer to. My mom could definitely tell from the voice on the phone that it was a woman, but she still asked on purpose whether it was a man or a woman.

"Why is my mom so gossipy?" Han Ming explained with a wry smile.

"It was a colleague from the company who asked about my situation, since I hadn't been to the company for several days."

Looking at her son's gentle manner on the phone and hearing the girl's voice coming from the other end, which seemed very intimate, Chen Fang concluded that the girl must be her son's girlfriend.

Great, finally something to be happy about. This kid usually only knows how to use computers, and I've asked him several times if he has a girlfriend.

He either simply says no or stammers and brushes it off, but today I noticed that his son, who doesn't usually wear glasses, was wearing them.

It must have been a gift from my girlfriend. I work in front of the computer all day, so I really need to protect my eyes.

Now he's caught red-handed.

So, not wanting to miss the opportunity, he quickly asked directly:

"Mingming, is she your girlfriend? Did she buy you those glasses?"

"Uh, this...that..."

Han Ming was completely at a loss. He thought to himself, "Why do women always ask so many questions?" But since his mother was asking questions, he couldn't not answer. He could only tell her the truth.

"Mom, it's not my girlfriend, it's just a colleague from work. She's asking why I haven't been to work these past few days. She might be coming to the hospital to visit Dad later."

"That won't do."

Chen Fang became a little anxious upon hearing this, as her future daughter-in-law was meeting her parents at the hospital for the first time.

This is too inappropriate. If my future in-laws find out, they'll definitely have something to say, so I quickly stopped them.

Of course, she naturally overlooked the part about her son referring to a female colleague.

Han Ming had no choice. If they wanted to come, could he force them not to? Besides, the girl had just said to just wait.

The probability of someone coming to the glasses review is 100%.

Trying to stop it now would be a waste of effort. Sigh, we have to believe in the magic weapon, we have to believe in technology! Han Ming thought to himself.