"Who is Wanwan?" Mo's father sensed something from his daughter's words and asked with a frown.
"My brother's girlfriend." Mo Si'ai blurted out.
Mo's father knitted his brows tighter and directed his gaze at Rong Zifeng, "What's going on?"
"I'm not too sure myself." Rong Zifeng felt this was not the right time to discuss it.
"Did you call Wanwan?" Mo Si'ai suddenly asked, "At this time, how can she not be here?"
"I've already called." Rong Zifeng quickly interjected, oh man, his grandmother, this was not the time for chaos.
Rong Zifeng lied, he thought; Siluo would probably not want to see her when he woke up.
In the midst of the emergency, the nurse had already brought in several bags of blood. While those inside were still unaware, those outside were nearly unable to hold on.
Although Siluo was born out of wedlock, he was the only heir of the Mo Family. Mo's father had not told Master Mo, fearing that the old gentleman would become anxious and sick.
