This was found in Fan Rou's pocket. At the time of the incident, Fan Rou's hand was in her pocket, tightly holding the phone.
There must be some important information on the phone.
Jun Mochan didn't look at it; instead, he put the phone in his pocket.
"What happened?" Ye Ranran hadn't expected it to be this serious.
Fan Rou had gone into the operating room. What major event had occurred?
"Her dad shot her."
Ye Ranran staggered, taking two steps back.
Tigers don't eat their cubs. She thought Fan Rou's father might imprison her or punish her out of anger.
But she never imagined he would actually shoot her.
She couldn't believe he was so cruel.
Fan Rou was his flesh and blood. How could he do such a thing?
Jun Mochan wrapped his arm around her shoulder, sharing his warmth with her: "Don't worry, she will be okay."
Ye Ranran nodded, feeling the warmth of Jun Mochan's palm, bringing her strength.
"Let's sit down for a while." Jun Mochan helped her to sit down.
