C5167 You're Dying

Zhang Xingyun looked indifferently, Han Yu tightly held the thirty thousand yuan in her hands and walked towards him, while the man with the money in his arms had already fainted. It wasn't because he was faking fainting, but because he had lost too much blood.

"Yes, I'm sorry …" "Thank you …" Because of what happened just now, her face was even more pale than before, without a trace of blood