"Then I'll go with you, it's better to have someone to help." Sister Yi suggested.
The man nodded.
Sister Yi saw the man hurriedly walk down to the garage, not even having time to change out of his pajamas and slippers, and couldn't help but feel surprised. If a woman could make a normally calm and self-controlled, meticulous man become so flustered, it explained one thing.
Miss Lin held significant weight in Mr. Leng's heart.
The weather in T City could change in an instant. Halfway there, it started to rain. Coincidentally, just a few hundred meters from the hospital, there was a traffic jam due to a car accident.
The man glanced at Lin Yixun in the passenger seat, seeing her drenched in cold sweat from the pain, her lips trembling. His brows furrowed tightly. His slender fingers kept drumming on the steering wheel, his narrow eyes looking ahead through the windshield, seeing the road ahead completely blocked. His usually composed expression now showed clear anxiety and worry.
