Beiming Han frowned as he looked at the girl who kept crying, his hands tightly clenched into fists...
Gu Qingxin stayed outside the intensive care unit and refused to leave. She stood there like a statue, not moving an inch, her eyes unblinking as she gazed at her mother.
In the office.
Bai Jingqing looked at Beiming Han's solemn expression and asked, "Big brother, what's wrong?"
Even though Lin Yin was seriously injured, her life wasn't in danger now. Why was big brother looking like this?
"What is Lin Yin's blood type?" Beiming Han asked.
"Type B," Bai Jingqing answered truthfully.
"Type B." Beiming Han closed his eyes, feeling a tumult in his heart. He remembered the little girl saying that her blood type differed from the Gu Family's. Now, hers was different from her mother's too... But no one knew Lin Yin's blood type, he had held onto a sliver of hope, but in the end, he couldn't escape.
"What's wrong?" Bai Jingqing looked at him, utterly puzzled.
