บท 773: 773, you make me sick.

Rong An answered the phone, "Sir."

In the back seat of the car, Mo Weiyi heard these two words and turned to look.

"..."

"Okay, I'll go over there now."

Once Rong An ended the call, Mo Weiyi immediately asked him, "Was that my father?"

"Yes."

"Did he ask you to go the hospital?"

Rong An paused and finally admitted, "Yes."

"He wants to ask you about my aunt, right?"

Rong An frowned, "Princess, I..."

"Go to the hospital." Mo Weiyi interrupted him directly.

The fingers clutching the steering wheel slightly tightened, and Rong An cautiously said, "The gentleman asked me to go there myself."

"I know." Mo Weiyi's expression didn't change, "So I'm going with you even more."

After saying that, she repeated, "Go to the hospital."

"...Okay." Rong An could only agree.

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Twenty minutes later, the Audi arrived at a private hospital near Huashang Restaurant.

It was already past nine in the evening and under the night sky, the entire hospital seemed eerily quiet.