"Why?"
"Human life is of paramount importance. What do you mean, 'why'?"
Qiao An had no time to waste on idle talk and immediately had Xia Lin prepare the car; she wanted to go to the hospital herself.
In the hospital, the pungent smell of disinfectant permeated the air.
When Qiao An arrived, Ji Qingxin was still in the emergency room, and Mu Jingxi stood in the corridor, seemingly in need of a smoke, holding a cigarette in one hand and lightly sniffing it with his head bowed.
The contour of his handsome profile was deep and three-dimensional, charmingly beautiful and imbued with a noble and heroic air.
Hearing footsteps, he turned his head, and his deep eyes immediately locked onto her.
Qiao An slowed her pace as Mu Jingxi walked towards her.
"How is Miss Ji?" she asked.
Mu Jingxi's deep, cold eyes were tightly fixed on her. "You care about this child a lot?"
"Of course."
The man nodded lightly, "She'll be kept safe."
