The young nurse furrowed her delicate brows, thought carefully, and said, "It seems to be some aunt... auntie?"
Upon hearing this, Qiu Qingyun stood up straight, holding her husband's arm, tears in her eyes as she said, "Aunt? Xiaohai and I don't even have an aunt."
The nurse listened to Qiu Qingyun, who, even in her grief and worry, maintained an elegant tone. She lowered her head and said, "Then I don't know."
The old master squinted and asked, "Where is Xiaohai's phone?"
The Yu Family recently obtained a million tons of grain, already en route to Beijing, and if it succeeds, it would be an achievement for the son.
Now is the critical time for competing for discourse power in Wanhai City, and Xiaohai having an accident at this time feels rather suspicious.
"At the nurses' station."
The young nurse turned around, about to leave hastily to fetch the phone.
Just as she turned to leave, a tall and menacing bodyguard blocked her path.
