Gentle and kind?
When Jiang Jing heard these words, he just felt an overwhelming sense of irony.
"Mom, I wasn't the one who called Mingzhu. As for who did, you can ask yourself later." Jiang Jing finished speaking, sat down on a chair to the side, and said nothing more.
Fang Yue was shocked and puzzled, eyeing Jiang Jing suspiciously. That strange feeling in her gut grew even stronger.
Something's wrong. Jiang Jing's expression—it's not right at all.
Fang Yue wanted to ask more, but the nurse from the delivery room rushed out and said, "Who's Gu Mingzhu's family?"
"I'm her mother—how's Mingzhu doing right now?" Fang Yue stepped forward anxiously, deeply concerned about Gu Mingzhu's condition.
"Which of you has panda blood? Are they here yet?"
The nurse's words made Fang Yue's heart sink. She could barely stand, and asked, "Not yet. She's still on the country road coming here. How's my daughter doing? Does she need a transfusion?"
