C98 Concern

The old man's worry was far beyond her imagination. Her eyes were moist and her voice was choked, "She ? she was hit with an iron rod."

The hand on his shoulder tightened, "Is it serious? Where did you hit it? "

Ning Jin shook his head. She didn't even have the time to ask He Jia before he fainted.

The Old Lady Rong sat dejectedly on the chair. His eyes were dull