After a while, Merlot went upstairs.

"General Chu, your husband is calling..."

"What do you say?"

Chu Qiao tucked Jiang Shaoshu's quilt in one hand and was preparing to pull the other hand out of his hand. Who knows he held it tighter.

Holding it hard, Mingming just had an operation, Mingming is still in a semi-coma, and I don't know where he came from.

Chu Qiao had no choice but to sit down beside his bed again.

"I said you were at the dinner table and the cell phone was out of power." Merlot handed her her her her cell phone. "Sir, let you call him back later."

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