"Qiqi, what are you looking at?" Bei Jingshen looked back in confusion.
Ye Anqi didn't answer.
He followed her gaze and was also stunned.
Ye Anqi asked uncertainly, "Young Master Bei, do you think that's Ya Shitian?"
Bei Jingshen shook his head, "No. Why would Ya Shitian be here?"
"But it really looks like him."
"There are many people who look similar. Let's go quickly." He reached out to pull her along.
Ye Anqi dodged his hand and walked toward the car.
Bei Jingshen persisted, calling out, "Qiqi, you've really mistaken someone for another!"
She hoped she had made a mistake.
The driver kept calling for Ya Shitian, but he showed no response.
Ya Shitian's face was pale, his body considerably thinner, almost to the point where Ye Anqi couldn't recognize him anymore.
She got on the car and stared blankly at the unconscious man.
The driver said to himself, "This guy must be sick. He can't be woken up now. What should we do?"
