Chapter 18 His Decision

A servant at the villa carefully unlocked the door. The moment the door swung open, all the color drained from An Xiangrong's face.

An Wei was lying motionless on the floor, his face swollen and red, but his lips were pale without a hint of color.

"Weiwei..."

Pushing An Ling aside, An Xiangrong hurried into the room. She grabbed An Wei's hand and called out softly.

Hearing An Xiangrong's voice, An Wei lying on the floor opened his eyes with difficulty. Seeing An Xiangrong, he managed to squeeze out a smile, "Mom, you're here. I...I feel so bad."

"Weiwei?"

Watching An Wei unconscious again, tears instantly started to cascade down An Xiangrong's face.

"Weiwei, don't be scared. I'll take you to the hospital right now. Don't be scared." An Xiangrong placed An Wei's hand on her own neck and stoutly lifted him up.

Although An Wei was young, he was tall. The whole person wobbled as An Xiangrong picked him up.