Mrs. Ji jumped in fright, her face turned somewhat pale. "What... what happened?"
Father Ji stood up, his brows deeply furrowed. "I'll go take a look."
Jiang Hemian sighed, "It seems some questions can only be left for tomorrow. You two sit down, I'll go check."
"If you were hurt, Nannan would probably blame me for not protecting you."
Mrs. Ji was stunned.
Her throat seemed choked, unable to ask the question.
Did Jiang Nanshu really still care about them?
They hadn't found the reason for her drastic change in personality, only that when she was little, they had sought help from a spiritual woman. She relapsed at the age of six, but afterward, Jiang Nanshu hardly fell ill. The last time was three years ago when she fell into a ditch and, once sober, she left in a rush, as if racing against time— they didn't even know where she obtained that paternity test.
