Qiming died in the hall?

Not far away, in a luxurious apartment, Luo Anqi was unconscious!

"Ah Qi, wake up." Mo Wen took the towel and kept placing it on her forehead. He could only hear her soft voice! She kept struggling, trying to wake up, but she was still unconscious.

He was very worried, so he took out his phone and dialed mo Qiu's number.

Half an hour later, Zhao Meng arrived. She carried a first aid kit and carefully walked forward, knocking on the door.

"Mo Wen, it's me." She said softly.

The door opened, and Zhao Meng walked in. There was heating in the room, so she took off her coat.

"Zhao Meng, help me take a look at her! Why was she unconscious? It's been two days. " Mo Wen was extremely worried. He felt that an luoqi's current state was a little dangerous.

Zhao Meng walked up and examined anloki's body.

"Did she receive some kind of stimulation?" Zhao Meng looked at an luoqi's flustered and uneasy expression. It was obvious that he had been provoked.