Gu Chu's nose felt sour. She gave Song Chen a call and Song Chen was on his way over.
The corridor of the hospital was quiet. Gu Chu sat on the blue chair by the door. There was a large amount of sleeping pills in old master song's stomach. He had also sent away all the nannies and bodyguards in the house. It was obvious that old master Song had chosen to end his own life.
Gu Chu sighed.
Thinking of the grape rack filled with fruits and the old photo album on the marble table, she roughly understood what elder song was thinking.
"I bought soy milk. Have some." Cheng Qi took the breakfast bag and passed it to Gu Chu.
Gu Chu did not take it. She did not even look at him.
Cheng Qi's heart was pounding.
Not long after, Song Chen appeared in the hospital corridor with an anxious expression. "Chu-Chu!"
