The Crisis of a Single Noble

However, it was still inappropriate to wear this. Beauty Wu nodded with red eyes and ran to change.

Seeing that Wei Shuyi's face was still pale, Qiao Jiusheng felt her nose sniffle.

Fang Yusheng hugged her shoulders and said, "I've already called Zhuang Long. I'll wait for him to come."

"Yeah."

Wei Shuyi slept until the next day. He didn't wake up by himself, but he was woken up by his illness. Beauty Wu was originally dozing off, but when she saw that he had suddenly fallen ill, she was so frightened that she immediately pressed the emergency bell. When the hospital director and the rest arrived, Wei Shuyi had already regained his composure.

He lay on the bed and exhaled heavily.

Beauty Wu was wiping the blood from his nose and ears with a towel.