"What's wrong with her? Where is she now?" Ji Shaoyang asked anxiously.
He had just received a call from Li Qing, saying that Pengpeng was feeling unwell, very serious, and he couldn't help but hurry over.
Xia Yuanshan was stunned for a moment, somewhat unable to react.
Li Qing had just mentioned that Pengpeng was feeling somewhat unwell and wanted to rest for a while, and she was still upstairs.
Ji Shaoyang had come over so quickly.
Could it be that Pengpeng had called Ji Shaoyang?
Before Xia Yuanshan could figure it out, Ji Shaoyang had rushed upstairs urgently.
Upon pushing the door open, he saw Xia Pengpeng lying in bed.
Her clothes were scattered messily on the floor.
What on earth had happened? Ji Shaoyang's heart uncontrollably tightened with apprehension!
"Pengpeng." Ji Shaoyang called out softly.
There was not a hint of response from the person on the bed.
Ji Shaoyang walked forward and took Xia Pengpeng's hand.
"My God! Why is it so cold?"
