"Xiaoyin, you..."
Madam Yu was suddenly taken hostage by him. Her mind went blank for a moment, and her eyes were filled with disbelief.
The commotion in the ward caught the attention of the person at the door.
"Knock knock knock..."
Someone knocked on the door outside, and immediately after, Yun Shaoning's voice came through: "Madam, I heard some noise inside. Is everything alright?"
Madam Yu's expression was bitter. "Xiaoyin, it's useless. Your father won't let you escape."
"If I don't try, how would I know the result?"
Yu Chiyin replied. He had never been the kind to sit and wait for his fate.
Madam Yu let out a bitter laugh, said nothing more, and followed his instructions, walking toward the door.
As she moved, it inevitably tugged at Yu Chiyin's wounds. With each step she took, his complexion grew paler, cold sweat pouring like a waterfall.
