However, from Qiao Nian's tone, it seemed that something else had happened.
"Last night, what exactly happened?"
Hearing Gu Zhou's question, Qiao Nian's expression turned serious. She sat up and explained calmly, "Last night, there was a thunderstorm. Chen Qing called and told me that you suddenly felt sick and ran out. I went out to look for you. When I found you, I brought you back."
At this point, Qiao Nian looked at Gu Zhou in confusion, as if she didn't understand why Gu Zhou was asking this. "Don't you remember?"
Gu Zhou lowered his head slightly and frowned, trying hard to recall what had happened.
Then, he felt a headache. Of course, it was as if he had been pricked by countless needles. Sweat instantly seeped out of his forehead.
