"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Che asked in confusion, walking over and pulling her up by the arm.
Flying Tiger only shook her head, staggering with difficulty to the table and pressing the alert button.
In an instant, the alarm blared throughout the entire villa.
Hearing the noise, she finally relaxed, slumping onto the sofa to the side.
In less than ten seconds, several fifth- or eighth-ranked experts rushed into Flying Tiger's room.
They eyed Jiang Che warily; just now, they had watched Jiang Che enter Flying Tiger's room, and then immediately heard the alarm go off.
They didn't attack Jiang Che. Could it be that Miss wants to stage some kind of violation drama?
There were plenty of similar dramas in ancient times, where a man accidentally enters a woman's boudoir—forced marriage or kidnapping?
"There's an evil spirit! There's an Illusion Technique!" Flying Tiger's weak voice came from the sofa. Only then did everyone notice her frail state and quickly call for a doctor.
