Lin Xinlan nodded lightly, feeling a bit lost and uncomfortable inside.
Xiaotian was sick, and at this moment, what she needed most was Rong Shaoze by her side.
It was already so late, and she didn't know where he had gone or why he wasn't answering the phone.
Old Gu laughed and said, "Perhaps young master didn't hear it. You should call him again."
Lin Xinlan handed her the phone and said lightly, "You call him, I don't have the energy."
"Okay." Old Gu quickly took the phone.
Rong Shaoze and the others had just finished a dance when Secretary Su hurried over and handed him the phone that had been vibrating non-stop.
It was a call from Lin Xinlan.
A glint of thought flashed in Rong Shaoze's eyes, unsure why she was calling.
After thinking for a moment, he still answered, but it was Old Gu's voice on the other end.
"Young master, it's me. Young master Xiaotian is sick, and we're at the hospital now..."
