"I have to think carefully about what kind of illness this is."
"We don't usually see this kind of illness, so our professor only told us a story at that time..."
Lin Sijia frowned and went to the kitchen. Unknowingly, it was dinner time again. Ye Xingchen wanted to eat curry beef brisket tonight.
With something special happening, Ye Xingchen didn't cut the camera.
It was already dark outside. The visibility outside was not high without street lamps. People all relied on the flashlights on their phones to illuminate the place.
The guard's steel rod had already poked the visitors standing at the door. Strangely, they did not move at all.
"Hey, can't you hear me? Our neighborhood doesn't welcome strangers!"
Qian Zhong was on duty today. He was originally a hot-tempered rich second-generation heir. He only restrained himself a little in front of Ye Xingchen for the sake of those few mouthfuls of food that could keep him alive.