C257 I Can't Say Anymore about Love

Gu Junbai's forehead was still damp with sweat, and his usually neat clothes were a bit disheveled, clearly from running. Without looking at anyone, he rushed forward and grabbed the doctor by the front of his shirt, nearly lifting the short, stout middle-aged man off the ground.

"Who did you say died? Who died? Tell me!"

Ann Xiaomin watched Gu Junbai, her heart aching terribly