C251 Convention of the next Day

It was Qiao Mu's voice.

She appeared in the doorway, leaning on the IV rack. Because of her weak body, she staggered and almost fell on the spot. However, her eyes were firm and resolute. She glared at Nan Ming — —

"I don't agree! Don't even think about it! "

The atmosphere was stifled.

Everyone's gazes turned towards her direction.

Nan Ming looked over and sized her up