Song Qingchun's breath caught in her throat. She stared at the two articles of clothing on the bed before rolling them up in a hurry, shoving them in her bag, and bounding back downstairs.
"Qingchun, are you coming to visit father in the hospital later?" Fang Rou, who was sitting in the living room folding the clothes, called after her when she saw Song Qingchun rush down the stairs.
"I'll go there later tonight; I'm in the middle of an emergency," Song Qingchun replied as she rushed to the front door.
"What's happening? Why are you rushing all over the place…" Before Fang Rou could finish her sentence, Song Qingchun had already slammed the door behind her and jogged her way out of the house.
