C558 I Need to Propose

After the cigarette burnt down, Ji Yunan looked at the cigarette butt and threw it into the ashtray. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he suddenly remembered that the voice of the old butler was urgent and anxious: "Not good, young master, the lord fainted."

Ji Yunan no longer had the mind to care about other people's business. He hurriedly said to Warmth: "I'm going to the hospital