Along the way, Zhang Xiaomeng sped like a bolt of lightning, and this time, Liu Bingrui symbolically chose to sit in the back seat, allowing Qin Yaoyao to sit in the front passenger seat.
Qin Yaoyao looked at the road ahead, her mood as uncomfortable as if scratched by a cat.
"Yaoyao, don't worry, Xiaomeng is driving very fast, we'll be at the hospital soon." Qin Yaoyao's face was washed with tears, but she still nodded heavily.
Qin Yaoyao's father was a gambling addict, and her mother divorced him a long time ago.
Afterward, it was all up to Qin Yaoyao's mother to raise her on her own.
So, in Qin Yaoyao's memory, her mother was her only family.
They quickly arrived at the hospital.
Qin Yaoyao's face took on an ugly expression as she rushed frantically into the ward.
"Mom, what's wrong with you? Mom." Qin Yaoyao cried as she looked at the woman in the ward.
The woman lay on the bed, withered in appearance, and darkened, as if shrouded in shadows.
