C442 Intact

Meng Yi Lan sat on the chair. There was a layer of sweat on her forehead. Her face was pale. She said weakly, "Can you do it now?"

Qiao Zhanyou stood at the side with a heavy face. He looked at Meng Yilan's arm with a burning gaze and his eyes were filled with pain. He looked at Meng Yilan who was biting his lips in pain and wanted to take his place.

"Young man, your husband can't do it