"Mommy, my head hurts a lot…"
Her heart was in her mouth when she heard his complaint.
"Is your head really painful?"
"So painful… so painful… Mommy, my head really hurts! Ah!"
The little guy shrieked suddenly.
That exquisite face of his was ashen from the overwhelming pain.
Seeing how much in pain he was, she could not be bothered about hurting her son while pulling him and dragged him out of Qu Jingwan's embrace and into hers.
"Ping An, Ping An, don't be afraid. Mommy will get you to a hospital now!"
She picked him up and stood up.
When she turned around, before she knew it, a number of men in black camos and wearing face masks were already in the room.
While she was in shock, Ji Ziming walked over to her side.
"What's wrong?" asked the man concernedly as he looked at the woman and the child in her arms.
