At that moment, Liu Daqing's face was solemn.
The car was speeding almost recklessly, running several red lights, yet she still felt it was too slow and wished she could grab the steering wheel from the driver.
But she took a deep breath, closed her eyes tightly, and leaned back against the seat.
Her mind was already a mess, and receiving this call from Yan Xixi was adding fuel to the fire.
Beside her, her assistant and bodyguard Wang Yi was also uneasy but dared not speak.
Finally, the car stopped at the hospital.
Wang Yi wanted to assist her, but she had already opened the car door herself and was rushing towards the ward.
The emergency room door was closed tightly, nearby sat Zhang Xiang and Yang Yong, as soon as they saw her, both stood up immediately.
Zhang Xiang's face was covered in blood, Yang Yong also had some minor injuries.
Liu Daqing asked in a deep voice, "How is Donglin?"
Zhang Xiang braced himself, "The third son was shot, he is being resuscitated..."
