Song Zhizhi left the stern office.
Luo Xiaolang was waiting for her at the door.
Seeing her emerge, he quickly followed behind her.
Song Zhizhi paused her steps.
Luo Xiaolang looked at her.
Song Zhizhi seemed to be thinking about something and then strode forward.
Luo Xiaolang was a bit baffled, he didn't know what had happened or why Song Shan had fallen ill suddenly. The onset of this illness seemed to have been anticipated by Song Zhizhi.
Anyway, he didn't understand anything.
The master of the Martial Art World said that city people were complex. After following Song Zhizhi for so long, indeed, he deeply felt that the people here were more complicated than those in Martial Art World.
Song Zhizhi walked towards the ICU.
Nie Wenzhi, seemingly drained, was leaning on Song Zhidao's shoulders, her eyes half-closed.