Yan Xiaye stared at Li Beicheng in disbelief, hardly able to believe this shameless man would make such an excessive demand of her at a time like this.
Li Beicheng stood with his arms crossed, nonchalantly watching her and threatened in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "It doesn't matter if you disagree. As long as I keep quiet, I'd like to see if there's anyone among the servants in the house who dares tell you."
"You bastard!" Yan Xiaye's hands and feet turned ice cold with rage, and with her mind preoccupied with Mother Yan's condition, she reluctantly tip-toed for a quick peck on the man's cheek, frowning with disgust, "Tell me, now!"
The thin corners of Li Beicheng's lips curved up slightly, and he parted his lips indifferently to say, "Sacred Heart Hospital."
Upon hearing this, Yan Xiaye didn't look back and went to find the driver.
In her panic, she didn't notice the handsome man with slightly narrowed dark eyes, standing a few meters behind her.