Is he after money?

Lin Yan lay on the bed, feeling as if her body was on fire. Her mind was in a mess, with all kinds of thoughts and memories intertwining. In the end, they all turned into a blurry yet familiar figure, walking away in the dim light ...

She reached out her hand, but her body seemed to be shackled by invisible shackles. She couldn't move, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't grab hold of him. She watched as the figure was swallowed by the darkness bit by bit ...

"A - Cheng ..." Lin Yan's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Lin Yan's fever had not subsided yet, and everyone in the room was too worried to leave. Sun Shuo ran laid on the edge of the bed.

Hearing Lin Yan's mumbling, sun Shuo ran immediately raised his head,"master ... What did you say?" Are you calling me?"

King, who was sitting on the sofa, glanced at him."Don't think too highly of yourself."