Seeing that Yecheng was still lying on the ground breathing and not talking, Qiao Rubing was really unable to sit down. He climbed up to the bed and stretched out his hand. Then he remembered that the lamp on the bedside table had already been thrown somewhere. He jumped out of bed and ran to Yecheng. He just ran two steps, but he was afraid that the leaf on the ground was pretended. In case he ran to the bastard and bullied himself again. What to do? Jo Rubing rushed to the dressing table with the familiar moonlight. He pressed the lamp on the dressing table and turned his head...