"I'll leave it to Mr. Chu then."
As soon as An Xiangrong finished her sentence, she reached out to Chu Yang and seeing the bewilderment in his eyes, she stifled a laugh, "Mr. Chu, you aren't thinking of taking me to the hospital like this, are you?"
She looked down at the ropes around her wrists and ankles, then scoffed.
Chu Yang furrowed his brows and cut the ropes around An Xiangrong's wrist and ankles with a short blade. When the ropes fell off, An Xiangrong couldn't help but rub her wrists.
"Get off."
Only now did An Xiangrong realize that the car had stopped outside the hospital. Upon hearing Chu Yang's words, she got off the car. An Ling was sitting next to her and seeing her move, she also turned to Chu Yang, "I want to get off too."
"Heh... Miss Xiangrong is pregnant, are you pregnant too?"