Anxious To Make A Call?

Chu Ningyi turned around to look. It was only a message notification and not a phone call.

Chu Ningyi accepted the milk bottle that Maid Yu had passed to him, popped it in the little darling's mouth and let him hold it on his own. He then turned around to grab the phone and check the message.

However, when the picture on the screen seeped into his sights, Chu Ningyi narrowed his gaze. Veins slowly popped out from the fingers holding the phone.

In the picture, Mo Lusu was gently covering Shui Anluo up with clothes. There was also a gentle picture of Mo Lusu getting up halfway, propping something against Shui Anluo's head. Only the two of them could be seen in the picture. Qiao Yaruan, who was sitting in the middle and blocked from view by the back of a chair, could not be seen at all.

An evil flame flared up within his being, completely out of his control.

'Wasn't she supposed to be at the hospital?'

'What was she doing?'