Yan Qianyi laughed lightly, "Are you really going to quibble with a dead man?"
"What are you talking about? Don't say such inauspicious things, spit three times quickly."
"It was you who said it first."
"I'm just worried about you, aren't I? Anyway, you must come back alive, even if you don't think about the baby in your womb, at least do it for me."
"Enough talk, I'm moving out."
Yan Qianyi raised her hand to secure her earpiece, then climbed through the broken window.
At this moment, Vanessa had already gone down to the basement.
In the dimly lit basement corridor, the sound of high heels clicking on the ground echoed.
After turning right and then left, she walked into a large room.
The room was filled with various old and damaged experimental machines.
Seated in the middle was a person in military uniform, none other than Mu Yunlie.
