When there were two people left at the front of the queue, the phone in Song Chuyi's pocket suddenly rang. He looked at the number and frowned. "Hello…"
"Come to the hospital quickly; Yunyang was stabbed by Yan Changlong…" Song Chulang's voice was hoarse and deep.
Changqing, who just took out her identity card from her purse, looked up and saw a grave expression on Song Chuyi's face. There was even some lifelessness in his eyes, as though he had been dealt a severe shock.
Changqing looked at him and had an inexplicable, ominous, feeling.
"Chuchu, who's that? Did something happen?" She pushed him gently.
Song Chuyi didn't look at her, only lowering his head and saying in an urgent voice, "I'll head over immediately."
The moment Changqing heard that, she was disheartened. "Don't tell me you're going to desert me?"
