Is he going to die?
Su Feifei and Bo Silin looked at each other.
Another one?
"What did they say?" Su Feifei asked.
Qiao Hefeng wiped his tears and nestled in Shen Ruoqing's arms in extreme grief. "Only this one sentence... The rest of the information was too fast, I didn't see it clearly."
The tears that were held back poured out like a flood.
"He did have a long paragraph." Shen Ruoqing said, "At that time, everyone was only focused on themselves. I took a look at Hefeng's, and the words that were shown were several times faster than the others. It was so fast that I couldn't even catch it."
Bo Silin squinted his eyes in suspicion.
Why was Qiao Hefeng's setting so complicated?
Everyone was silent for a moment, and their faces gradually became serious.
"What day was it exactly?" Su Feifei asked.
"My birthday is on the first day of the month."
Su Feifei nodded.
"Get some rest."
