Completely Done For
Editor: Atlas Studios
When Cen Mengqing heard Han Zhuoling's words, even her heart was shaking.
She also could not be bothered with how there were so many people surrounding them and laughing at them. She clutched Xia Zhancheng's elbow, her face turning paler and paler as she asked hysterically, "Zhancheng, what should we do? What should we do now?"
"What else can we do?" Xia Zhancheng suddenly shouted.
But when he shouted these five words, it sounded as if he had used up his last remaining bit of energy.
After that, his energy seemed to have been sucked out by those five words, and his whole person seemed to have lost his soul.
His shoulders drooped lifelessly. When he started to slouch, it made him look completely like a stooped old man.
Clearly, a few minutes ago, he had his back straight and upright. His energy was also very good. He did not look like a fifty-plus-year-old man at all.