Who Was That Little Boy?

"Little butler, can you tell how that Young Master was poisoned?" Gu Qingxue was curious. What was the identity of that young master that he could be poisoned so horribly?

The little butler said seriously, "Master, we are the Medical God System, not the gossip system. We can't pry into the privacy of patients."

Gu Qingxue rolled her eyes in disdain. After instructing the young butler to keep an eye on the medical machines running in the research institute, she left the research institute and returned to her room.

Looking at the three children lying next to her, Gu Qingxue crawled into her warm bed and soon fell asleep.

Feeling sleepy, Gu Qingxue clearly felt that her consciousness had fallen into the darkness again.

This time, she felt that her soul seemed to have left her body and drifted into the luxurious old house once again, entering the gorgeous and simple room with ease.