He Couldn't Blame Her

"Xiaomin, go get the oxygen mask," Lin Yanyan yelled at Wu Xiaomin who looked at her phone sadly after Li Qin flung it on the floor.

Wu Xiaomin quickly ran into the room when she noticed Li Qin's condition. They were very familiar with the symptoms and knew that if it was not treated in time, it would result in another heart attack.

Li Qin slowly calmed down after taking a few breaths of oxygen but she was still gasping for air in large mouthfuls and her face was as white as a sheet.

"Old Madame, please calm down," Lin Yanyan said as she stroked her back.

Wu Xiaomin ran to a corner to dial Mo Yixuan's number.

"Sir, please come home soon. The Old Madame was so enraged at the news that she had trouble breathing earlier. Please come home as soon as you can," Wu Xiaomin said anxiously.

If Li Qin was so overcome with anger that she couldn't breathe properly, they wouldn't know how to react either.