Gong Chenye made another call. " Hello? Get Gong Monan to answer my call. "
The person on the other end of the phone said carefully,"Young Master Ye, Mr. Gong is unconscious now." I'm afraid ..."
Gong Monan had lost too much blood and was unconscious.
Whether he could be saved or not was another matter.
The person on the other end of the phone asked again,"Young Master Ye…" Do you want to save him?"
Gong Chenye gritted his teeth and said hatefully, " Save him. Kill him. It won't be easy for him to die now. "
The cleaning auntie, who was trembling in fear, hugged the child and curled up in a corner of the car. She stuttered,"First…Sir, the child is twitching. The situation ... Something's wrong!"
Gong Chenye immediately looked over and saw the little fella twitching in the cleaner's arms. It seemed like he was having some difficulty breathing.
Gong Chenye instantly panicked. He said to the driver, ""Hurry up…Faster, faster…Go to the nearest hospital…"
