That's right, the person ringing the doorbell was none other than Yang Xin, the woman whom Li Chen now hated to the core.
However, upon seeing Yang Xin's complexion, Li Chen couldn't help but frown.
At that moment, Yang Xin was deathly pale, not a hint of color in her face; she truly looked as white as paper.
Furthermore, it seemed Yang Xin could hardly keep herself coherent; her eyelids were drooping as if about to close, and her whole body was swaying, as though she might collapse at any moment.
"Help... help me... call... call... 120."
Yang Xin's lips trembled, and if it weren't for Li Chen's exceptional hearing, he wouldn't have understood her at all.
Having said this, Yang Xin seemed to lose all her strength, her body going limp, her bag falling from her hand, and her body leaning toward the ground.
Li Chen was quick to react, catching Yang Xin with his left hand and grabbing her bag with his right.
