As the saying goes, joy for one is sorrow for another. Fang Heming's successive failures served to boost Lu Jianshen's fortunes. For the sake of curtailing Fang Heming's intentions, Yin Ci was reluctantly tolerant and approving of all of Lu Jianshen's actions tonight, much to the jealousy of others looking on.
Dinner was a somewhat tasteless affair, and Yin Ci still had Anping on her mind. Once the meal was over, she was eager to leave.
Fang Yu clung to Yin Ci's sleeve unwillingly, when suddenly her brows furrowed and she clutched her chest, gasping heavily.
Everyone's faces changed instantly at the sight.
Instinctively, Yin Ci supported Fang Yu's shoulder and gently asked, "Yu, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
Fang Yu gasped for breath, her pallor so ghastly that it was frightening, "Sis... Sis, my heart... it hurts."
Recalling that Fang Yu had just recently undergone heart surgery, Yin Ci's face also turned a shade paler.
"Quick, get Yu to the hospital!"