Even she didn't know why that hateful man suddenly affected her nerves.
Not far from Linjiang Mountain. Otherwise, Qin Chaoyu would have recognized the oddity in Ye Fengsheng's voice and wouldn't have let Qiu Yun come first. Moreover, Qiu Yun's anxious heart urged the Maserati to perform all it could in this uninhabited suburb. After about 15 minutes of close contact, the Queen in the car had stopped at Linjiang Mountain. The autumn villa on the mountain.
Qiu Yun carefully carried Ye Fengsheng's faint form into the room, cleaned the scales and scabs off his face, and only then realized the light purple on his chest was turning brown.
Even Ye Fengsheng's unconscious murmurs, as his hand stretched to the exploded wound, still reflexively tightened her nerves.
Aware of this, Qiu Yun instinctively stopped wanting to wipe his wound. With nimble fingertips, she tried pointing at Ye Fengsheng's chest.
