When Qiao Mo arrived at the hospital, she was still feeling immense tension and shock.
She couldn't have expected that Qiao Xuan, who was doing fine, would suddenly become critically ill, making her face pale.
She hurried upstairs and from a distance spotted that dark figure, pausing in surprise.
He was here too.
He stood silently across from the intensive care unit, his expression slightly cold as he listened to Qin Zhaoran, occasionally nodding.
Qiao Mo didn't care for too much haste and hurriedly ran forward.
His gaze paused briefly, landing on her.
Her hair was messily tied up, revealing a slender snow-white neck, her face showing signs of anxiety as she rushed towards Qin Zhaoran, wholly ignoring him.
"Mr. Qin, how did my brother suddenly become critically ill? He was fine before..."
Due to her urgency, Qiao Mo's voice quivered slightly.
