Zhuo Zhengxiu's face turned a bit somber, incapable of responding to Lin Liuliu's words.
Lin Liuliu had been with him for decades, she knew when to hold her tongue.
"Honey, I've been with you for so many years now. Do you still not trust me?"
If something bad really has happened at home, at least she would have an idea of what to expect.
Zhuo Zhengxiu sighed, took Lin Liuliu's hand, "Junyue has been poisoned. He's in the hospital now. Mr. Shao just called, he's in so much pain that he fainted. I don't know if the medicine will work..."
With that said, Zhuo Zhengxiu couldn't help but sigh again.
Five years ago, he had a car accident, but at least his life was spared then.
Now, his son's illness is just so bizarre. He is also scared, scared that the poison couldn't be neutralized. He can't bear to imagine the consequences.
