When the waiter of Lanwei heard the cold words, he quickly lowered his head and replied, "I'm sorry, customer. I'll go and call him now."
Zhuang Jie lowered her head and looked at the nosebleed that she couldn't wholly block, even with several layers of paper towels. It had already stained her hands red. At this moment, she felt her feet go soft, and then she slowly fell to the ground!
An Ye's condition was not any worse. She was terrified and covered her nose with her hands. Her eyes widened as she looked at the hospital staff calling the hospital. Her eyes were full of urgency and pressure.
An Ye's heart suddenly started to panic, and the left side of her body started to go numb. She turned to look at Zhuang Xian beside her. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she saw the coldness in Zhuang Xian's eyes.
She had a feeling that Zhuang Xian had something to do with this! Perhaps Zhuang Xian was behind this, but how did she do it?
