His Identity

Passed away!

Passed away!?

In the smoky and choking air, Director Ye's words were like a soft knife.

Bai Muchuan narrowed his eyes dangerously. Before he said anything, he saw Cui Jiaying's head that she had been trying hard to lift up, lean back slowly onto the bed.

She stared at the ceiling without making another sound. She was as quiet as a corpse in the suffocating air.

Bai Muchuan took a look at her. "We'll evacuate first!"