"You..." Gong Beiyao pressed down on Sheng Qianxia's arm, his face gradually turning ugly, "What did you put in the juice?"
"I..."
"Answer me!!"
"I..."
He had not yet heard her answer when he felt all his strength drain away, and he closed his eyes and passed out.
The empty glass in his hand dropped to the ground with a loud crash, shattering into pieces.
Sheng Qianxia watched Gong Beiyao faint before her eyes, and her heart felt as if it too had shattered into pieces.
She knelt on the ground, holding him, "I'm sorry, Gong Beiyao, I'm sorry, I just want you to be alright, I just hope you..."
Just at that moment, Chairman Gong and a group of people burst into the ward.
"Quick, get Yaoyao onto the bed. Prepare for surgery!"
The group quickly pulled Sheng Qianxia away and lifted Gong Beiyao onto the hospital bed, and with much hurry, they pushed him toward the Operating Room.
Seeing that Gong Beiyao was being taken away, Sheng Qianxia hurriedly followed.
