Mu Shaocheng pushed Su Qing away from himself and instructed her assistant in a deep voice, "Support Aqing."
"Yes, President Mu."
The young assistant, pale-faced, reached out to support Su Qing.
Su Qing glared at her.
Then, with tears in her eyes, she looked at Mu Shaocheng and cried out in grievance, "Shaocheng."
Mu Shaocheng's lips formed a thin line.
He lowered his gaze.
His large hand pried open her hands that were hugging him, but she caught the corner of his shirt again.
His eyes darkened a shade, and the voice that spilled from his thin lips carried a chill inappropriate for the season.
"Aqing, let go."
This chill was different from the fury he had shown while speaking with Qin Wan just before.
Su Qing's heart turned to ice.
Qin Wan didn't want to see this anymore.
She turned her eyes to the tightly closed door of the operating room.
She began to walk away.
After just a few steps,