Aguai was still speaking softly in front of him, "Sir, besides Miss Yu, there was another man down in the mine, exactly that Xu Congqing. When he was rescued, he was already dead."
"That's enough, no more," Li Chengyun's voice dropped to freezing point, and within that tone, there was a hint of something. Lai Guai had never heard such panic in his voice before.
He was now afraid, especially afraid of hearing the word "dead," because he didn't want such a possibility to befall Jingrong.
Aguai quickly shut his mouth but couldn't help casting a worried glance at Li Chengyun's expression.
Noticing that his master was covered in mud, his true appearance completely obscured, neither could one tell what he was thinking. He stood like a clay sculpture at the entrance of the emergency room, his eyes bloodshot, staring fixedly at the closed doors of the emergency room.
