After hanging up the phone, Lu Jingchen's expression had darkened to the extent that it seemed like he could drip water, his thin lips lightly pressed together, his jaw even more tightly clenched, showing that his mood was very bad at the moment.
In his mind surfaced the image of Song Qiao's charming and pleasant small face, and instantly, a dense and peculiar feeling began to rise within his heart.
Song Qiao was hospitalized... Judging by the tone of Lu An'an's voice, it seemed to be inextricably related to him.
It was as though something had been overlooked by him.
Knowing that Lu Jingchen would be coming up, so Lu An'an did not immediately go to find Song Qiao's attending doctor, but was waiting not far from the elevator.
