Chapter 975 Can You Make A Phone Call For Me?
- It seems that Huo Qiyue is lying to himself!
- Huo Qiyue really treats himself like a three or four-year-old child to deceive? Emily Leventhorpe's forehead bulged with blue veins from the pain. She tightened her grip, the more painful her body felt, the heavier her grip became. "Huo Qiyue, you... you really are a smooth talker.
- If the doctor really came to see me, can you tell me why I'm still lying on the ground? Why hasn't my wound been bandaged? I bet the doctor never came, and it was Yu Jiaren who didn't call the doctor for me? Does she want to watch me die?