In the bathroom.
Qiao Ruoxin stood in front of the washstand, glanced at herself in the mirror, and was truly frightened by the sight.
There were many marks left on her snow-white skin, and the refreshing, pleasant scent of a man lingered all over her.
She looked at her cell phone, the first message was from her father, who sent her one every year on her birthday, but she never paid attention to it.
The second message made Qiao Ruoxin's pupils suddenly constrict!
Her complexion turned pale in an instant.
Her fingertips trembled as she dialed Simon's number, which was quickly connected.
"Baby, this is the first time you've called me since you disappeared."
Qiao Ruoxin couldn't be bothered with small talk, "How is my mom?"
"Hmm, she was admitted to the ICU last night, and the situation is not very good. You'd better come back to see her. She's been talking about you all the time."
Her tears flowed from her eyes, and her voice was fragile, "Got it."
