"No way!" A large hand grasped hers, and the other arm pulled Su Nian into his embrace. Zheng Haoyu vowed confidently, "It definitely won't happen. No matter what Lian Qing plans to do, it's not enough time. Such a surgery requires a lot of time, and the pre-operation preparations also need a certain amount of time. More importantly, the blood donor must stay calm."
"Hmm." Su Nian nodded, somewhat mentally prepared.
Watching the two people leaning on each other in the rearview mirror, Bai Hong's eyes flashed, and she sighed softly, "I'm sorry, Miss Su."
Su Nian glanced at her and didn't speak. She didn't want apologies; she just wanted her son to be safe.
Soon the car stopped, and Zheng Haoyu and the others got out. Zheng Haoyu realized they were at an inconspicuous flat house in the northern part of the city. Su Nian frowned, as she didn't recall such a place.
