"Um! I promise." She stared at the operating room tightly and wondered what kind of situation it was now. She had been waiting outside the operating room more than once. Every time she felt so frightened that she realized how fragile life was and how careless it would be endangered.

Time passes slowly. Although it is not the first time that Pei Qingyan has been seen, her strong tone of ink always makes her feel unusually comfortable.

"You, how's Rongrong?" Pei Qingyan urgently asked, because the hair is in a hurry and some chaotic, she belongs to that kind of quiet and indifferent woman, with the free and easy and...