"What's wrong with her?"
Recognizing the girl in Shang Hexing's arms as Wen Zhi, Bei Sheng was slightly stunned.
"Let's talk upstairs."
Shang Hexing carried Wen Zhi upstairs.
Bei Sheng really wanted to gossip about the situation with Chen Jinhai, but fearing the delay of important matters, she restrained her gossiping heart and immediately rushed upstairs.
By the time she entered the room, Wen Zhi had already been placed on the large bed.
Without her glasses, her hair was messy and damp, tossed on the pillow, Bei Sheng took a breath—she really was pretty.
She knew that this young girl was not ordinary looking.
Shang Hexing stood beside the bed, he rolled up his sleeves and spoke in a deep voice to Bei Sheng, "Check her out."
With just a hurried glance, Bei Sheng had already identified the likely issue. She stepped forward and touched Wen Zhi's forehead and other parts.
