Qiao Mo's heart trembled, the phone slipped directly from her hand onto the floor.
The last meeting...
The last meeting?
Ha, how could it be.
Just not long ago, he was fine... just a car accident… how could it be serious to such an extent?
"Hello... Xiao Mo... are you listening? Xiao Mo..."
"Xiao Mo... you better come quickly, Jiang Jinghao is about to enter the operating room, you'd better hurry."
…
Xie Qinghuan's urgent voice continued to come through the phone on the ground, evidently very anxious.
Qiao Mo snapped back to reality, hastily picking up the phone from the floor, clutching it against her neck while starting to get dressed: "Okay... I'll be right over!"
There was a trace of a sob in Qiao Mo's voice, she didn't dare to think, how could the man who was gentle and warm as jade become... the last meeting.