She dialed Tang Xun's number, her hand clutching the phone tightly, her heart racing, feeling very nervous. She was afraid of Tang Xun, very afraid.
Finally, the call was connected, and Tang Xun answered the phone, "Yurong, do you need something?"
"Uncle Tang, I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of mom. She fell and injured her forehead and is in the hospital. I originally didn't dare to tell you, worried you'd blame me, but I thought if I didn't tell you, you'd be even more upset when you found out, so..." Qin Yurong's words were a bit disjointed, and by the end, she bit her lip and stopped speaking.
Tang Xun tightened his grip on the phone, his expression changing, "Qin Yurong, you know what's good for you."
After saying this, he hung up the phone.
Qin Yurong stared at the phone after the call ended, biting her lip, just looking at the window at the end of the corridor.
