Ah Long was startled, hurriedly answering several emergency calls in succession.
"Young Master... Young Master, how are you?"
Zhuo Junyue's entire body is in extreme pain, as if being slowly cut apart with a knife.
"Ahhh..."
Unable to resist, he screamed, sweepingly knocking a vase to the floor.
The vase that held the lilies shattered instantly, leaving pieces all over the ground.
Ah Long held Zhuo Junyue tightly, fearing that he might hurt himself.
Zhuo Junyue was in unbearable pain, and he found himself unable to control his actions.
He clutched Ah Long's neck in his hand, vaguely hearing someone say to tighten the grip.
Ah Long choked as Zhuo Junyue tightened his grip around his neck, "Young Master... Young Master... It's me, Ah Long..."
Hearing Ah Long's voice, Zhuo Junyue loosened his grip slightly.
Zuo Mufeng entered with his medical team, just to witness Zhuo Junyue grabbing Ah Long's neck.
The bloodstain on the bedsheet was strikingly noticeable.
