Is it still too late...
"Baby?"
Chu Beiqing saw Xin Lin's expression, and he was also at a loss.
"It's nothing."
Master Mo coughed a few times.
Xin Lin was startled, then looked at Master Mo. Master Mo opened his eyes, though he looked very exhausted, at least he was still alive.
Chu Beiqing hurried forward and picked up Master Mo.
"Oh, Beibei, finally got to touch your chest muscles."
While speaking, Master Mo didn't forget to stroke Chu Beiqing's chest a few times, satisfying his hand addiction.
To die under a peach blossom tree, even as a ghost you'll be charming.
Xin Lin looked at the stuffy environment inside the room, gesturing for Chu Beiqing to first carry Master Mo to the diagnosis room.
Master Mo's pulse was gone, but he seemed to still have a breath.
This matter left Xin Lin very puzzled.
At the same time, Xin Lin blamed herself a lot.
