"Alright!"
"In a while, no matter what happens, don't let him near Auntie, okay?"
Situ Yunshu pointed at Mu Jingnan standing nearby.
Little Nuomi froze for a moment, as Situ Yunshu held on to her last bit of will. "Remember, Little Nuomi?"
"Little Nuomi remembers!"
Situ Yunshu's heavy eyes finally closed in peace.
Mu Jingnan's thin lips pressed tightly together, his gaze extremely displeased, and those deep, ink-like eyes surged with immense fury. Situ Yunshu, even at this point, you're still... so resistant to me.
It took only a few minutes for the pink helicopter to land safely on the helipad of the Imperial Hospital.
The doctors had already been informed in advance and were ready.
The cabin door opened, and doctors and nurses swarmed in, carrying the unconscious Situ Yunshu onto a stretcher and immediately down the stairs.
Mu Jingnan, holding Little Nuomi with one arm, left the cabin and followed them.
His furrowed brows betrayed his worry and unease.
