Anning, Don't Joke With Me!

"Young Master Rong, you're here! Miss Mo was forced into the operating theater and she has yet to come to!" The nurse dashed out of the hospital ward, and hurriedly informed Rong Yan of the matter.

He frowned and pushed her away before pulling Luo Anning who was still a little stunned, and entered the hospital ward.

"Let go of me," Luo Anning struggled.

Rong Yan turned around and sneered, "Do you think I would?" He then pulled her towards the bed after grabbing her by her weak and feeble hand.

Mo Xiyan was still lying on the bed, in a deep sleep because the anesthesia had yet to wear off.

However, her right hand which was bandaged, was now bleeding.

Rong Yan turned to look at the nurse and asked in a low voice, "Has the doctor checked it yet?"

The nurse was so shocked that she began to splutter, "No, not yet… Miss Mo was taken away and we… we panicked so we called you. We couldn't stop them… "