"Young Master..." The driver stopped the car in shock. He spoke carefully, "Then, that, we now..."

Mo Nanjue closed his eyes, and all the cruelty that opened inside his eyes was swallowed up. He supported his forehead with his elbow, and his voice was hoarse, "Go to the second hospital."

Outside the ward, Luo Xiao listened to the beeping sound from the other end of his phone. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the time, at 7:19.

He turned around and walked into the ward and picked up Tong Ran from the bed. She was very light and he almost didn't have to spend any effort. Luo Xiao looked down at the little face in his arms, and his cruel gaze was slightly softer.

He carried Tong Ran downstairs and put them in the car. After driving to the second hospital, he carried Tong Ran into the ordinary ward on the seventh floor and put them down. After ordering the nurse, he drove away.

A few minutes later, outside the Second Hospital, the black car stopped. Mo Nanjue pushed open the car door and walked down. He raised his head, narrowed his eyes and looked at the towering hospital building of the hospital.

The clock above is clearly displayed at 7:25.

The man held the silencer in his pocket, tightened his fingers and then let go. He took a step, and every step was so heavy that it could not be lifted. Mo Nanjue knew very well what this step would mean for him and Tong Ran.

He told her that when he came back, she didn't wait. Was he late coming back, or was God destined to stagger this step?

Luo Xiao was right. He couldn't bear to see her cry, and he couldn't bear to see her in pain. He could win anything, but he just couldn't bear to see a woman!

Mo Nanjue's eyebrows gathered layer by layer of undispersed anger. He took a few steps, and suddenly a burst of electric current jumped up from behind. The familiar and painful feeling shocked him. The man suddenly groaned, and the severe pain that flashed through his mind made him almost unable to stand firm!

Mo Nanjue reached out to hold the railing beside him, and his entire right arm began to tremble violently.

He gritted his teeth, and cold sweat slid down his delicate side face without warning. The man looked up at the time, at 7:29.

Mo Nanjue stretched out his left hand and held his right arm tightly. He frowned, and his whole body quickly jumped up, and his internal organs were clamoring. The man forced himself to straighten his body and raised his legs to walk into the hospital.

Suddenly, a black car stopped while rubbing against his shoulder.

Mo Nanjue didn't look up either.

Chen An pushed open the car door and walked down, "You really want to go..."

Before he could finish his words, Mo Nanjue's feet suddenly became soft and he fell down by the car door. Chen An was shocked, "Jew!"

Chen An reached out to hold him, and Mo Nanjue half knelt on the ground, he lowered his head, and in less than a minute, the broken hair on his forehead was wet with cold sweat. His handsome eyes narrowed slightly, obviously immersed in huge pain. When Chen An touched him, he realized that he was shaking in disgrace, and knew that he had poisonous hair again, "Damn! It's only been less than a day after this!"

Mo Nanjue didn't speak, and after enduring for a while, he reached out and pushed him away, "Let go."

Chen An thought he was uncomfortable, so after letting go, he found that the man held up and turned back into the car. He followed him and pulled him, "What are you doing?"

Mo Nanjue had no strength and was pulled back by him. He raised his handsome eyes and glanced at the man in black beside him, "Go and bring Dvils Kiss."
Chapter completed!