Does she really not believe in fate? Only she knows the answer. Sitting in the office that occupied the entire floor, she suddenly felt an unprecedented chill, not because of Secretary Luo's words, but because of another person.
The time she was conscious was getting shorter. In the narrow room, three big men were crowded together. The sunlight that shined in was very brief, and the Mandala that Hua Qingyi brought over had withered beyond recognition due to neglect, because Xiao Lin said it no longer held research value, so he lost the patience to water and fertilize it.
When Xiao Lin wanted to release his blood again, Hua Qingyi strongly stopped his irresponsible behavior. "Even the best body has limits."
Xiao Lin glanced at him and turned to Mu Rongyun. "Let's make a deal."
"Speak!"
"Do you want her to live or die?"
"I don't want to answer such nonsense."
"I need three months to catch Fourth Master."
