Hospital.
When Shang Jue arrived, his face, with sharp features and unmatched handsomeness, was frighteningly dark.
He wore a perfectly tailored black suit. The silver cufflinks on his wrists caught the light, but they weren't as cold as the look in his light brown eyes.
His long legs moved quickly, and his low voice carried no emotion.
"How's the person?"
Li, his assistant, thought about the update from five minutes ago and replied truthfully,
"The child couldn't be saved."
Shang Jue paused.
Outside the ward, Qin Cha sat quietly. Her face was pale and colorless.
When she heard the sound of footsteps, she looked up and met his cold gaze.
His shirt was wrinkled and one of the buttons was undone, clearly, he had rushed over.
Seeing Shen Mingyue had gotten hurt made him really anxious.
"What happened?"
Shang Jue stood in front of Qin Cha, looking down at her. But his eyes showed no concern at all.
