Tang Nuanning's heart was pounding furiously—
She trembled all over, and if it weren't for the wall she was leaning on, she would have already fallen. Her legs felt as if they belonged to someone else and refused to obey her, unable to lift at all.
It wasn't until Bo Yanchen's hysterical screams came from the room again that she snapped back to reality and hurriedly rushed toward the sixth floor.
When she arrived at the room, Bo Yanchen was administering CPR to Baby Shen.
Baby Shen lay quietly on the bed, his eyes tightly closed, his face deathly pale, and his lips as white as wax, utterly lifeless.
Tears started streaming down Tang Nuanning's face as her nostrils flared.
She threw herself beside the bed, knelt on the ground, and touched Baby Shen's little hand to check his pulse.
Baby Shen's pulse had already stopped!
A buzz went through Tang Nuanning's head, and her heart felt as if a huge chunk had been brutally carved out, making it difficult to breathe from the pain.
