C311 Long qing disappeared.

Half an hour later, An Ke Xin returned. She was clutching her cell phone, her face unfriendly.

Song Huaishuang was lying on the bed. She had just been given another shot by the nurse. Her face was pale without a trace of blood. "Did you not contact him?"

She seemed to have guessed the result, and the light in her large eyes dimmed.

Song Huai Shuang's eyes were too clear