He sighed and said, "Old Qin, call Black Jack, ask him to come."
Uncle Qin was taken aback, and when he glanced at the frail Jian Luo on the bed, an understanding smile appeared in his eyes.
The old man still cares about Master Luo.
Mo Xiao had a soft look in his eyes and had no objections.
Over there, after finishing a video call with Jian Luo, Black Jack drove directly to the airport.
"Earl, the plane is ready."
Black Jack hmmmmed, was about to stand up when his mobile phone vibrated in his pocket.
He took out his phone and his heart sank when he saw the caller ID.
"Uncle Qin!"
"Which hospital?"
"I see, I'll be there right away."
After hanging up the phone, Black Jack tossed his briefcase to his assistant and rushed out of the airport.
"Earl, where are you going?"
With a heavy foot on the gas pedal, Black Jack's mind was occupied by Uncle Qin's words.
Luo Xiaobai was sick.
