Shui Anluo had no time to think. She quickly rushed downstairs with her phone in hand but saw Chu Ningyi who had just ended a call with a sunken expression.
Shui Anluo stopped and propped one hand on the banister. Her legs seemed to have lost the ability to support her body.
After Chu Ningyi put his phone down, he looked at Shui Anluo. His furrowed brows clearly conveyed that the current situation was dire.
Shui Anluo's legs turned into jelly. She wanted to speak but was afraid to open her mouth.
Regardless of how much she hates Shui Moyun, he was still her biological father. No one could change that fact.
"Shui Moyun has been admitted into the intensive care ward. Would you like to go to the hospital and see him?" Chu Ningyi asked in a dark voice.
The little darling was sitting on Chu Ningyi's lap, blissfully unaware of what had just happened. At this moment, his little head was drooping as he dozed off.
