C697 Mischief

Helpless, Yu Qingshang dragged her tired body back to the hotel to rest.

Luo Feiqi's brows were knitted tightly as she looked at the tightly shut door of the ward. Her thoughts also became chaotic. Was it Zhu Biming, the mastermind?

A few key questions kept appearing in her mind, but no matter how she thought about it, she could not rationalize it