While taking a trip to the restroom, Lu Shenglin finally got the chance to call Lu Zhendong.
As soon as the call connected, she blurted out, "What do we do? Lu Zhanbei insists on bringing me to the hospital for a check-up, and he wants to bring Qianqian along as well."
"What? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"They've been by my side this whole time, how could I have told you?"
With those words, a look of urgency spread across Lu Shenglin's face. "I was only able to sneak this call in because I said I was going to the restroom. What on earth is he planning?"
"That lad's always been cunning. How could I possibly know what he's thinking? But there's always something unsettling about hospitals."
On this point, Lu Shenglin could not agree more. "Exactly, I'm so nervous right now. I have no clue what he's planning to do next."
"What's Qianqian's blood type?"
"Why do you ask?"
