Ying Hai heard these words, and his face immediately turned pale as he hurried back. He saw the old man still fuming in the living room and said, "Master, Third Young Master has returned."
"What did you say?" As expected, the old man who had been full of rage just moments ago suddenly froze.
Ying Hai nodded hastily, "Yes, they say he was looking for the Young Mistress at the accident site, then had a sudden heart attack. He's now being rescued in the hospital!"
"..."
In an instant, it was as if thunder had struck a clear sky; the old man sitting there fell into unresponsiveness.
Did the situation escalate this quickly?
The blood began to drain from his face bit by bit, and the hand holding the cane started to tremble slightly. It was as if something terrifying was slowly creeping up on him. In those few seconds, Ying Hai saw a trace of fear in the murky old eyes.
"Master..."
"Where is he now?"
