"Let's go." Yan Wanqing stood up.
Cong Ge: "?" She hadn't reacted yet.
Yan Wanqing yanked Cong Ge to her feet: "We're short on time." She wasn't sure when Su Bai would take control of her body; while she was still sane, she had to quickly regain the advantage for her people.
Liao Cuihua had just finished her medicine for typhoid fever and was feeling groggy as she closed her eyes briefly.
Suddenly, the bedding on her body was ferociously flung off.
She opened her eyes to see Yan Wanqing staring at her.
She screamed out in terror: "You scared the life out of me!"
"Shh." Yan Wanqing instantly seized her chin, silencing the noise in her palm.
She leaned in close to Liao Cuihua, lowering her voice: "For someone who's ill, you sure can scream with a strong voice; quite the robust constitution."
Liao Cuihua's eyes were filled with terror; she glanced at Yan Wanqing, then at Cong Ge standing behind her, her gaze frantically shifting: "Wuu wuu wuu!"
