"Mengmeng, how are you Xiangling hugs Xiameng tightly and clumsily drags her to the sofa. "I'm ok." Xia Meng was very hard to speak. As soon as she spoke, she would tear the wound on the corner of her mouth. She was in agony. Xiangling got up from the ground with a caster. She rummaged through the boxes and cabinets looking for gauze. After a long time, she found several soft towels. Then she took a bottle of tequila from the drunkard. "I'll wipe it for you." Xiang Ling poured the wine on the towel and carefully wiped the bloody corners of Xia Meng ' After Xiang Ling wiped it,...