Jiang Ruan stood at the side of the road.
She focused on the information displayed on her phone screen.
It was a message from Bo Qingyu.
Lu Yiyu had been rescued, but he was still in a critical condition. Whether he could pull through was still a big question.
She clutched her phone tighter, her lips tensing slightly.
After quite some time.
She finally dialed a number.
The call was answered promptly on the other end.
The voice sounded languid, with a hint of dullness.
"Baby."
If it were said by any other woman, such a tone might send someone off the edge.
Jiang Ruan, however, maintained a poker face. She inserted the motorcycle key into the ignition, her voice cold, "What's the situation with Lu Yiyu?"
Why did the situation unexpectedly take a turn for the worst?
Bo Qingyu seemed to shift on his end of the call.
