"Xiao Moli."
An Ziqi pounded on the glass, shouting hoarsely.
A mouthful of fresh blood spewed from her mouth, and then she fell straight down.
"An Ziqi."
Xiao Chen ignored everything else, hurriedly reaching out to catch An Ziqi, pulling her wrist to check.
His brow furrowed tightly, and he glanced back, gritting his teeth.
So what if there was an explosion, he and Xiao Moli had faced all sorts of dangerous situations.
He didn't believe his brother would really be in trouble.
He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number.
When An Ziqi regained consciousness again, it was already night, with the darkness fully descended outside the window.
Looking up at the familiar surroundings, this was Xiao Chen's laboratory.
Recalling the last image she saw before passing out, ignoring the dull ache in her chest, she suddenly sat up in bed.
"Xiao Moli."
