Chapter 129 Please...Please

but the words died in her throat. She just nodded.Lin Nalu gave her shoulder a light pat and walked away.Today the weather is still pretty good, the sky is blue, cloudless, and even the sunshine seem..."Y-Yuan Is that you... Yuan" Xiang Wan's consciousness was fuzzy, and suddenly she heard someone calling her name.

She strained to open her eyes, peering through the glass door at Zhou Miao's anxious face.

Zhou Miao saw her face, and his anxiety was mixed with a touch of panic. "Xiang Wan, what's wrong with you Don't be afraid, I'll open the door for you right away!"

"Don't... cough, cough... Don't..." Xiangwan wanted to say don't mind me, but her throat was filled with phlegm. Every time she tried to speak, she couldn't help but cough, and she couldn't even say three words completely.

Zhou Miao's face turned as pale as a sheet, she kept telling Xiang Wan not to be afraid, and picked up her phone to call Meng Lan, "Lan Jie, Xiang Wan is locked on the rooftop, she's almost gone... You... Can you please hurry over with the key..."

She was so worried she didn't know what to do, tears streaming down her face.

After receiving Menglan's affirmative answer, Zhou Miao hung up the phone and buzzed around like a headless fly, "向晚, don't be afraid, you'll be fine... There seems to be a fire extinguisher nearby, I'll go find it... Don't be afraid... Don't panic..."

She was probably too nervous and scared, her words were a bit jumbled.

向晚's breathing became more rapid, her heart racing wildly. At this moment, she couldn't utter a single word, only coughing incessantly.

Her face was ashen, and the purplish hue on her lips had deepened. She knew that if she didn't go to the hospital soon, she would die right there.

But she wasn't afraid at all, she was even looking forward to it, just like the time she threw her arms open and ran into the car. wanted was to pry open He Hanchuan's hand and take a few deep breaths."I ask you again, where is Yuan Wan" He Hanchuan's eyes were bloodshot, his gaze crimson, a far cry from the calculating business...