Hospital.
Yin Qin was anxiously pacing outside the operating room.
He sat in the hallway, his head in his hands, his heart aching with anguish.
All he could see in his mind at that moment was Luo Xiaolang, and... her stoic countenance.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed through the hallway.
Yin Qin turned his head to see Qin Keqin, who was hastily rushing over. Despite her attempt to stay calm, she couldn't hide her anxiety.
Qin Keqin stopped in front of Yin Qin.
"Mom." Yin Qin spoke.
"Slap!" Qin Keqin brutally slapped Yin Qin across the face.
Yin Qin looked at his mother, stunned by the sudden blow, unable to react.
"Where's Xiaolang?" Qin Keqin did not regard Yin Qin's feelings, asking urgently.
Yin Qin pursed his lips, seemingly adjusting his emotions, "In the operating room."
"Is the baby in danger?" Qin Keqin asked.
Yin Qin nodded.
He had thought Luo Xiaolang was just injured from a gunshot wound.
