Jiang Lingzhi returned to the main hall and sat down in her seat.
Her mind was blank, and she was at a loss.
Every time she was nervous, she would subconsciously dig her fingers.
What should she do? Her mother still knew.
Had his good luck really come to an end?
How did things end up like this?
Why did bad things always come one after another?
In that instant, she felt that her cold symptoms seemed to have worsened again.
Even breathing was a little difficult for him.
His chest felt stuffy.
The phone in his jacket pocket suddenly rang.
Jiang Lingzhi only came back to her senses after a long time. She lowered her eyes and took out her phone from her pocket to take a look.
[Turning Back]
Seeing these two words, Jiang Lingzhi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingertips trembled slightly.
She turned her head subconsciously.
