Gentle and kind?
When Jiang Jing heard these words, he only felt an overwhelming sense of irony.
"Mom, I'm not the one who called Mingzhu. As for who did, you can ask yourself later." After saying this, Jiang Jing sat down on a nearby chair and stopped speaking.
Fang Yue was shocked and curious, suspiciously looking at Jiang Jing. That strange feeling in her heart grew even stronger.
Something's off, Jiang Jing's expression, it's not right.
Fang Yue wanted to ask more, but just then, a nurse rushed out of the delivery room, asking, "Who's Gu Mingzhu's family member?"
"I'm her mother, how is Mingzhu now?" Fang Yue anxiously stepped forward, concernedly asking about Gu Mingzhu's condition.
"Is anyone here with Panda Blood type? Has the person arrived?"
The nurse's words made Fang Yue's heart sink. She almost couldn't stand steady and asked, "Not yet, she's still rushing here from the countryside. How is my daughter? Does she need a blood transfusion?"
