"What happened?" It was rare for Jun Shiling to show such an expression. As Xia Wanyuan followed him out, she asked.
"An Rao fell and is in the hospital for emergency treatment," Jun Shiling turned around and explained to Xia Wanyuan.
Xia Wanyuan's pupils dilated slightly. Jun Shiling grabbed her hand and brought her out.
The night was deep and the usually dry north was raining heavily tonight. The heavy rain hit the car window and splashed.
When the two of them rushed to the hospital, Bo Xiao was sitting on a chair in front of the operating theater with a cigarette between his fingers. It was clearly extinguished and the ashes fell to the ground.
"What's going on?" Xia Wanyuan and Jun Shiling walked over.
Bo Xiao looked up at them. His eyes were red and his eyeballs were bloodshot. His smiling eyes were dim.
