Xu Zhiyuan was still talking over there, but Jiang Peihua was no longer in the mood to listen. She quickly asked for the hospital’s address, hung up the phone, and walked out.
After taking a few steps, she turned back, her eyes filled with anxiety and worry. She looked at Luo Anning, her lips parted, her voice trembled as she said, “Anning girl... The Little Rascal has a stomach bleed. He’s in the hospital now. Can you go with mom to take a look?”
Jiang Peihua’s face was no longer as calm and poised as before. Instead, it was filled with worry and panic. From the look in her eyes, an Ning could tell that Rong Yan was... really serious this time.
Her heart suddenly tightened. She needed to press her hand against her chest to catch her breath. Without much hesitation, she nodded repeatedly and stood up to help him to the hospital.
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