Ever since he came out of the Qiao's Group, Shi Hanmo's hands were trembling. He continuously called Su Qinglian, but without exception, no one answered.
Su Qinglian, you stubborn and heartless woman, where are you? What happened to our child?
Please don't let anything happen to them...
The car quickly drove towards the hospital, and for the first time, Shi Hanmo's expression became uncontrollably anxious. He kept urging them with a low voice: "Hurry, hurry, hurry up …"
Hospital.
After asking around, no one knew anything about Su Qinglian. Even the records in the hospital had been flipped through carefully, without any clues.
On the bench in the corridor, the man lowered his head in disappointment. Pain, self-blame, guilt, all of it overflowing …