Shen Qingqing walked in without hesitation.
Shu Xian wanted to stop her, but saw her husband running from afar, panting heavily, with a face full of panic and urgency.
"Xiao Yu is not doing well, she's in emergency care. Did you get the money? Hurry to the hospital!"
Shu Xian shook her head.
The man, in a bad tone, shouted, "Isn't she your niece? Beg her!"
Shu Xian burst into tears, "Didn't I beg her already? It was useless. She's too heartless!"
Meanwhile, Shen Qingqing and her group had already entered the hotel.
The man wanted to chase after them, but the staff, fearing a scene, stopped him outside the door.
The cursing and swearing sounds grew distant, while Shen Qingqing's expression turned increasingly cold.
She didn't care about her relatives in Shanghai, but being tangled up inexplicably was still upsetting.
Moreover, Shu Xian had things left by her mother.
If possible, she wanted to retrieve them.
