She held Lan Anran's hand tightly, her expression restless under the oxygen mask.
Lan Anran helped her wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes.
She took out her phone and called Mo Jinrong.
Mo Jinrong was extremely agitated to see his grandma lying on the hospital bed.
He trembled and raised his phone to cry out to her.
"Grandma! I'm alright, I'm still alive."
Old Mrs. Mo looked at the person on the phone, crying silently.
"Grandma! Don't worry, Jinrong is really alright. He will come to see you soon. You have to recuperate well," Lan Anran smiled and said.
Mo Jinrong wiped his tears, suppressed his sobs, and squeezed out a smile.
"Grandma, I'll visit you as soon as I'm feeling better. You have to wait for me."
At this moment, several men's voices suddenly came from not far away.
When Lan Anran heard this, she immediately put away her phone and slipped out before anyone arrived.
