"Thank God, Han Zhe, thank you," Han Ruixin sobbed into a smile, extending her hand to grasp Han Zhe's.
The words behind Han Zhe got stuck in his throat, and his brows knitted into a line.
Over the years, because of Han Ruixin's illness, the Han Family had used every connection, big and small, to seek out famous doctors, yet no one had ever been able to cure her illness.
If there had to be one person who could, it would only be that man...
But, that man...
When Sheng Shaochen hurried back to Jin City from Han City, it was already one o'clock in the morning.
He had Guan Jiu take him straight back to Shengjing Garden.
Heading straight for Ye Shu's room.
The room door was locked.
Sheng Shaochen knocked on the door, with no response.
He took out his keys, unlocked the door, and found it completely empty, not a soul inside.
Adding to that, earlier attempts to call her had gone unanswered.
Panic began to set in Sheng Shaochen's heart.
Once again, he dialed Ye Shu's cell phone.