Zhan Nanjue didn't know where his strength came from, but suddenly he lifted his hand and grabbed her ankle.
Gong Shirao widened her eyes in shock, looking at his position.
His eyes were still closed.
He seemed to still be unconscious.
Her heart was in chaos, and she bent down, trying to pry his hand off her ankle.
However, he was holding on so tightly, so tightly.
She almost used all her strength to pry each of his fingers off her ankle, finally, his hand fell powerlessly to the ground.
She fled towards the door, opened it, still in shock, only to see several people standing there.
"You came out?" Yan Ziyan was the first to notice her, immediately looking at her.
Gong Shirao paused, as if awakening from a dream. Luckily, her tears had already dried. She pretended to be calm, "Why are you all still here?"
"Of course, we're worried about you." Lu Tingchuan said. "Cousin, are you okay? Were you scared? Where's Azhan? Did he pass out?"
