Huo Ci's Video Call
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Ling Sheng stole a look and saw that the man was dressed neatly. He obviously looked like a big boss, but no matter how she looked at him, she could not help but swallow and let out a low hum.
Jun Shiyan was waiting outside and listening to the commotion inside. After a long while, she did not say anything. He knocked on the door worriedly. "Sheng Sheng?"
"Third Master." Ling Sheng cried as she made up her mind. "My legs are weak. I can't walk anymore."
She was going to die. She really did not have any energy left. It was as though she had been seriously ill. Or rather, as though she had been lying in bed for a few months. Her bones felt soft, and it had taken her a lot of effort to put on her pants.
Jun Shiyan pushed the door open and entered. Upon seeing the young lady, who was supporting herself by leaning against the wall, he walked over and picked her up.