C44 Has His Throat Been Poisoned and Mute

Struggling to get up, he found his hands and feet weak.

With a bang, the towel on Qin Jiu's forehead, which was used for applying cold compressions, fell to the ground.

It was clearly a barely audible sound, and it could even be said to be zero decibels.

However, for some reason, Mo Nisang, whose back was facing her, who was struggling on the table not far away