C252 Angered

Then, Little Zhi drove away. Fang Yao turned around and dashed toward the third floor of this dilapidated building.

When he reached the third floor, Fang Yao's expression changed drastically. He saw Ye Lan lying on a wooden board, his clothes in disarray, the snow-white peaks of his chest exposed to the outside. His face was pale and his eyes were tightly shut