Ying Jingyao frowned tightly, looking at Jin Jumo, and nodded slowly.
It was almost four in the afternoon when Gu Yan hurried into the hospital room, his usual playful face unusually serious, whispering something into Rong Mochen's ear.
Rong Mochen's stern face suddenly tightened, his black eyes deep and cold, fixating on Jin Jumo in the hospital bed.
Gu Yan tugged at his hand and said, "Boss Rong, there's no time to delay. If we're any later, it might be too late."
Rong Mochen's jaw tightened, and he looked down slowly at Xixi, who was sitting on his lap, curiously gazing at him.
"Boss Rong..."
"You stay here!" Rong Mochen stood up, placing Xixi into Gu Yan's arms.
Gu Yan caught her, "Boss Rong..."
Rong Mochen stroked Xixi's little face with his thumb, frowned deeply as he took one last look at Jin Jumo, then turned around, his long legs swiftly moving like a gust of wind, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
