After Mu Chudi left, Huo Miao went to the study and took the documents and was ready to leave.

Walking up the stairs, suddenly, the pain in the brain attacked again.

The slender white hand held the handrail of the stairs, and the green tendons rose.

The noble, cold and arrogant face sank down, and the tight lip seemed to be suppressing any pain.

The file fell down the stairs.

Hawthorne pressed the temple with one hand, as if relieving the pain of the brain.

The roaring sound echoes in the brain.

This time, it's more serious than before.

Aunt Zhang just came out of the kitchen and saw Huo...