130: I am Mr. Mog_4
Mo Qishen did not explain further, but only said, "Hmm, I believe you."
"Good brother!" Xiaozhou extended his hand and patted Mo Qishen's chest.
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A manor in Beijing.
In a luxurious room lay a middle-aged woman with blonde hair and blue eyes.
She was voluptuous, her face radiant. If not told, no one would know that she was a woman on her deathbed.
She sat up in bed, revealing a weak smile towards the door, "Miss Ji, you've come."
Miss Ji walked in from outside with nutritional supplements, asking with concern, "Are you feeling better?"
"Thank you for your concern, I am feeling much better." But as soon as she finished her sentence, her face turned pale, her breathing weak. She looked as if she could stop breathing at any moment, a dreadful sight.
Miss Ji was startled, immediately pressing the emergency alarm by the bed.