"Hey, take me with you!" Qi Yanxi jumped up, but the only response he got was the splatter of muddy water as the Porsche drove off.
Young Master Qi gave the Porsche an angry finger.
Back in the car, Sheng Yize held An Xiaxia in his arms and wrapped a thin blanket around her. He kept urging the driver, "Drive faster!"
Covered in cold sweat, the driver floored the gas pedal. The car shot off like a bat out of hell.
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The hospital.
"Miss An's condition isn't serious. She fainted because she caught a cold and was weakened by the sickness. She should wake up after the IV…" The doctor left after those words.
Sheng Yize let out a breath of relief and couldn't help but sigh when he turned to look at the pale-faced An Xiaxia lying in bed.
The little dummy never knew how to look after herself properly.
