You Are Going To Kill Me

"Tsk…" Ye Erruo sucked in a deep breath.

Mo Jiangye hurriedly let go of her and asked word by word, "Who hit you?"

"You have not been eating or taking medicine. Do you want to die?"

Mo Jiangye's voice turned cold. "Baby Ruo, I'm asking you a question. Who hit you?"

"I'm telling you, you don't know them. They are a lunatic. They're crazy," she grumbled.

"Who is that lunatic?"

He was going to dig up their ancestral grave!

Damn!

"I told you that you don't know them. Aren't you sick? Can you get out of bed?" Ye Erruo was puzzled.

Mo Jiangye's body stiffened and he hurriedly lay back down. His face was filled with pain.

"It hurts."

"Where does it hurt?" Her lips twitched.

"My head hurts. My heart hurts. My stomach hurts. My entire body hurts."

Ye Erruo glanced at him and took the thermometer that was on the table. "Let me take a look."