The little one cried and wailed as soon as she came out...
Everyone trembled so hard in their legs that some even fainted!
How could they not be shocked when a child ran out from a shattered hole in the ceiling?
Ling Yun was first left speechless, then had to clean up her mess, and only then picked up the little one.
"What is it? You've cried into a little painted cat's face."
The surrounding space froze, and the second hand on a certain employee's watch stopped moving...
"Ma'ma, Ma'ma... dead..." The little one rubbed her eyes, her voice choked with sobs.
"Dead? An Qing is dead?" Ling Yun's expression changed abruptly as the sky began to turn completely dark, resembling a solar eclipse.
The entire world immediately plunged into panic, and an invisible sense of oppression slowly emerged...
The little one hastily shook her head, explaining, "No, no, not Ma'ma, it's godma'ma, she's dead, cough, cough..."
Ling Yun's mouth twitched, and the sky began to return to normal.
"What happened to Qin Lan? She was doing just fine, how could she die? And didn't you go to Australia?" Ling Yun had a whole stack of questions.
The little one broke free from Ling Yun's arms and tugged at him: "Come quickly!"
Ling Yun smiled and immediately followed the little one into the Thunder Gate, after which golden dandelions drifted down in the conference room, and time flowed once more!
Jiangbei Central Hospital!
At the door of Qin Lan's ward, the little one tugged Ling Yun along.
"Brother Yun, you finally made it." Long Yanran immediately smiled, her tightly strung nerves relaxing a bit, and her whole person felt much more at ease.
She had just gone out to look for the little one, not expecting the little one to