C132 Immortal Fist

Zhou Yi sat on the sickbed waiting for Mo Qingcheng. However, a strange feeling rose in his heart. If it was before, he would have ignored Mo Qingcheng and left alone.

But now, he actually sat down obediently.

"Okay, let's go. But the doctor has told us to take care of ourselves when we get home. We can't do too much exercise." Mo Qingcheng said as she tidied up Zhou Yi's clothes