Cui Jiangjing's jaw almost dropped in shock.
Little Yan Rong's situation didn't look good, and even Little Baby was crying. What on earth had happened?
He felt as if ants were crawling inside his heart; he thrust Shen Siyuan's things into Fu Yi's hands, not even bothering with Shen, and hurriedly said, "That, I just remembered I have something urgent to attend to and have to leave first."
"Fu Yi, you accompany Siyuan to check into the hotel. She's in your care now."
"What was that just now?"
The man with gold-rimmed glasses and elongated fox-like eyes had just called out to him, but before he could finish, Cui Jiangjing winked at him, hinting that someone was nearby, and mumbled in a rush, "I'll call you tonight, we'll talk on the phone!"
Fu Yi's eyes darkened, and without asking further, he stood tall and calmly said, "Go ahead."
