Luo Xiao also hadn't left, and when Fu Qingshuang rushed over, there were three men sitting outside the operating room. She walked over in her high heels, her footsteps echoing down the corridor. She sat down next to Luo Xiao, but the man kept his head down and didn't even check to see who it was.
"Xiao, what happened?" Fu Qingshuang looked up at the lit surgical light, even feeling a bit of schadenfreude. She bit her lower lip to hide her emotions, "Did something happen to Tong Ran?"
"Mrs. Luo," the interjector wasn't Luo Xiao, but Mo Nanjue sitting opposite him, his voice dripping with scorn, sparing no feelings, "I'm really curious, does everyone in Fu's have a nosy disease?"
"..."
Fu Qingshuang was taken aback, quickly realizing what Mo Nanjue meant. Her face darkened as Tong Ran was in trouble and Luo Xiao had rushed here right away—it naturally made her look bad, "Young Master Jue, I just happened to..."
