"She's in the room. I'll carry you to her now."
Qiao Xu's heart, instead of being relieved, became even more tense.
It was just that the good news came too easily that it made Qiao Xu afraid to believe it.
It wasn't until Lu Moqing held her, opened the guest room door, and saw the pale-faced person lying on the bed, that the tense string in her heart finally broke.
"Xuxu."
Hearing this familiar voice, Qiao Xu felt as if it was from another world.
She was still being held by Lu Moqing when her tears began to flow nonstop.
"Mom."
She struggled to get out of Lu Moqing's embrace, but he worried about the wound on her sole and wouldn't want to let her down.
Seeing her anxious, he quickly carried her to Lin Jingshu's side and set her down on the bed.
Although Lin Jingshu didn't suffer any serious injuries, there were still quite a few large and small wounds on her body.
