"Third Young Master." Xia Chuxue came over and glanced at Feng Yan, biting her lip.
Feng Yan was colder than the Old Master; he didn't even look at her and his face was grim.
Xia Chuxue felt an extreme hatred, it was as if her lungs were about to explode! But she also knew that now was not the time to speak.
She pursed her lips and sat down on a chair to the side.
The corridor outside the emergency room was quiet again in a blink of an eye.
On the other side, in the medical room, a figure in a white lab coat stood by the window.
Cigar after cigar, without interruption.
Standing behind him, Chi He didn't know what the Seventh Young Master would do if something happened to Miss Niannian.
If it wasn't for protecting Miss Niannian, why would the Seventh Young Master bother waiting here?
Despite the scorching heat, the entire medical room felt as cold as an ice cave.
Just as Xia Chuxue was trying to find an excuse to leave, her phone rang.
