"Are you from Momen?" Zhao Ling asked a little surprised.
"That's right." Baili smiled and nodded, and said excitedly, "Brother Xie is really good at seeing, let me introduce to you," he pointed to the slender woman in black, "This , um... woman with character, is called Ye Qinglan, although she is my senior sister in name..."
"Shut up!" Ye Qinglan scolded. When Bailixiao was busy introducing to Zhao Ling, she had already come to the bedside. She was watching He Liancheng, who had quietly fallen on the bed, sideways. His eyes were tightly closed, his thin lips were tightly pursed, he had obviously lost consciousness, and only the shocking red blush on his chest seemed to be a sign of what he had just suffered.
"He's dead?" Ye Qinglan turned around to stop Baili Xiao's chatter, and asked Zhao Ling.
