Tong Ran couldn't be sure who the call was from, but she thought, who else could make Mo Nanjue so anxious?
Only...
She dared not relax, clutching the handrail as she rushed down from the seventeenth floor; by the time she reached the ground, her legs were weak. With her back against the hospital entrance, her lower abdomen contracted, and she reached out to steady her breath.
Beside her, the driver was looking around, and when he saw her, he hurried over, "Miss Tong, are you alright?"
Tong Ran shook her head, swallowing a lump in her throat, "Mo Nanjue, he..."
"Young Master Jue has already driven off, and instructed me to wait for you here," the driver nodded respectfully, "Miss Tong, let's get a taxi."
"He..." Tong Ran straightened up, and the driver quickly supported her arm when he saw her stance, "Where did he go?"
