C29 Our Young Master Is Dying!

She wanted to call Zhan Lanzhao and ask him to take care of her father and brother, but no one responded after a long time.

In the room, other than a toilet in the corner, there was nothing else.

Ming Shu was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. She hugged her head in pain and clutched her hair tightly.

If time could be reversed, back to twelve years ago