Chi Jiao's intuition told her that Jin Yiming should be living on the first floor.
The corners of Chi Jiao's lips curled up. She threw her phone into the little bunny's bag slung across her shoulder, before raising her small feet and walking up the steps.
The curtains in the bedroom were drawn tightly, and the room looked a little dark.
After Jin Yiming threw Bai Weiyu on the bed, he moved the short wooden cabinet against the wall to the side. An entrance to a basement appeared in front of him.
Bai Weiyu was still on the bed. Although she was very dizzy, she still had a shred of rationality.
She could feel that Jin Yiming did not want to send her to the hospital.
"Teacher Jin, I'm begging you. Hurry up and send me to the hospital." Bai Weiyu struggled to sit up from the bed.
