Xu Xiaoya saw Yan Xixi's face, pale as snow, yet somehow she still managed a smile. "Xixi!" Xu Xiaoya cried.
Just then, Yan Xixi crumpled to the ground.
"Someone... Call a doctor... Quick..."
"Xixi... Xixi..."
She vaguely heard a familiar voice. She wanted to turn her head, to look, but she hadn't the slightest strength. Darkness overwhelmed her, and she fainted.
Behind her, someone rushed up, shouting anxiously, but two men in plainclothes blocked him.
It was Huang Xiaojue. He had rushed over, breathless and sweating, but he was still a step too late. He could only watch helplessly as Yan Xixi was carried into a hospital room. Beside her was the owner of the luxury car he had seen twice before.
He tried to follow, but two large men with menacing expressions firmly blocked his way.
"What do you think you're doing?"
