Luo Nanchu knew that the people on Luo Juntian's side would not call her in the middle of the night, I was afraid that something had happened to the Luo family, and he was also a little nervous, so he quickly answered the phone: "Hey? ”

The driver cautiously shouted at the other end: "Is it Miss Luo?" ”

“.” Luo Nan replied, "Is something happening at home?" ”

"As soon as you and Mr. Fu left, the master quarreled with the second miss, and the second miss pushed the master to the ground, and the injury was not light." The driver's voice was a little bitter, and he complained to Luo Nanchu in a low voice, "The little young master sent the old man to the hospital, thinking that it would be fine with just a few stitches, but I didn't expect that the physical examination also detected a moderate concussion." ”

Luo Nanchu's face sank suddenly.

"The little master told me not to disturb you. But tomorrow is Monday, the little master still has class, it's half past twelve now, he is alone in the hospital guarding the master, I asked him to go back and I watched, he didn't agree. ”

Luo Nanchu asked, "What about Luo Zhiying?" ”

"Second Miss...... The second lady went out to play with her friends. ”

Luo Nanchu paused, then took a soft breath and said to the driver: "I'll come over soon, Lao Wang, please take care of my father and brother." ”

The driver hurriedly replied, "Okay." ”

Hanging up the phone, Luo Nanchu frowned lightly and lowered his eyes with a solemn face, Fu Tingyuan looked at her and sighed lightly: "You change your clothes, I'll take a shower." ”

Luo Nanchu pursed his lips, then nodded.

She put down her phone, straightened out the bathrobe that was untied by Fu Tingyuan, and went down to the ground to find a set of clothes to change into.

When Fu Tingyuan came out of the shower, Luo Nanchu had already changed his clothes and sat on the edge of the bed.

He walked over and leaned over and kissed her on the cheek: "Wait until I'll get dressed and send you over." ”

Luo Nanchu silently stretched out his hand to hug his waist: "It was really not like this before......

Her voice was hoarse, with a bit of pain.

Fu Tingyuan patted her shoulder and comforted her gently: "People change." ”

Pushing down one's own father and beating one's own father into a concussion is no longer explained by ordinary rebellion or whether it will change this excuse.

It's just unreasonable.

After so many years, what is her dissatisfaction, and Luo Juntian doesn't love her enough?

Fu Tingyuan changed into a set of clothes, then walked over and took Luo Nanchu's hand: "Let's go." Go see how your dad is. ”

Luo Nanchu sighed silently and walked out with him.

Central Hospital.

In Luo Juntian's ward, Luo Yi sat alone on the edge of the bed and looked at his father.

Luo Juntian has fallen asleep now because of his lack of physical strength.

He had five stitches for the wound on his forehead, and a CT scan of his brain had just been checked, which also showed a moderate concussion, and the rest needed to be examined early tomorrow morning because many departments were off work.

Luo Yi looked at it for a while, then sighed softly and stood up from the stool, intending to go out to breathe.

He was just about to open the door, but the door was pushed open from the outside, and when he saw Luo Nanchu and Fu Tingyuan's figures, Luo Yi's eyes widened in surprise, "Sister, why are you here?" ”

Luo Nanchu looked up at Luo Juntian who was lying on the hospital bed, then took Luo Yi's hand and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you call me when something like this happened at home?" ”

A trace of amazement appeared on Luo Yi's face: "I thought I could handle it myself." ”