Yecheng's plan is no plan!

This is a very poor person, the black doctor affirmed again.

After about 8 p.m., high-end vehicles ran out with the roar of their own modified engine and drove into the hospital. Streamlined bends and superb parking technology allowed the patients who were watching the busy car to shout.

Ye Cheng's head buzzed and his heart beat faster. Then he caught a glimpse of Joe's icy face and exhaled.

In the parking lot, Sang Huihui threw herself on the car door and covered most of her face with oversized sunglasses. She looked up at the hospital building, and the woman who leaned over the window...