Qin Feimo raised his eyes. Although he felt rather innocent regarding Grandma's conjecture, perhaps Leilei also suspected the same, which is why she left without a word.
Before his thoughts settled, Qin Feimo's phone suddenly rang.
His face, unwashed for two days, now looked somewhat unkempt.
Glancing at the caller ID, when he saw the familiar phone number, his dispirited look instantly turned into a fluster as he struggled to hold the phone.
"Leilei!"
The caller ID was indeed Feng Jinglei's mobile number.
However, when the call connected, what awaited wasn't Feng Jinglei, but Little Qin Yi's helpless, sobbing voice, "Daddy... boohoo..."
Upon suddenly hearing his son's cry, Qin Feimo's already anxious heart grew even more restless.
"Xiaoyi, what's wrong?"
"Daddy... Mommy, Mommy she..."
Watching Mommy being wheeled into the emergency room, the little guy wept uncontrollably, his tiny, young hands trembling with fear.
