Just as she reached the entrance of the inpatient department, she ran into the hastily arriving Gong Shaoyu.
Seeing him, Lan Shan finally gave a bitter smile. She knew it; this time, Xinluo definitely wouldn't listen to her.
Gong Shaoyu also saw them, especially noticing Lan Shan's somewhat pale complexion. A tide of emotions surged within him, and his gaze gradually turned cold.
At this moment, he was in no hurry, walking slowly. The closer he got, the more tense Lan Shan became, her fingers tightly clutching the corner of her clothing.
"Shaoyu..."
Ye Xinluo stood between the two, just uttering their names when her wrist was grabbed. With a gentle pull, she fell into Beichen Rui's embrace, "Let them talk on their own."
With a deep look at the two, he forcibly led Ye Xinluo away.
Lan Shan stood in place, biting her lower lip tightly, her eyes hollow as she looked at the person in front of her.
"Where's the child?"
