The father and son had just left the apartment and reached the stairwell when they heard Wu Xiaowen's panicked cry from inside. "Xuanxuan! Xuanxuan, wake up! Oh my god… Qingyun! Hao Hao!"
Tang Qingyun grabbed Tang Haocheng and ran back. "Xiao Wen, what's wrong with Xuanxuan?"
The housekeeper ran out from the bathroom, her hands spread wide in confusion. She had been busy with a deep clean and hadn't paid attention to what the family was discussing in the living room, but Wu Xiaowen's piercing shriek had startled her.
Tang Qingyun and Wu Xiaowen gathered around the unconscious Tang Yaxuan, performing the first aid measures a doctor had taught them. Tang Haocheng, however, walked over to the table, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.
Tang Yaxuan slowly came to and threw herself into Tang Qingyun's arms. "Dad, if you have to go, please take me with you! I don't want to be separated from my brother!"
