The moment he was shot, Wen Lichu immediately called Lu Zhaoye.
It wasn't until the ninety-ninth call that he finally lazily answered the call.
"Wan Zhou is pregnant. Don't mess around here if you have nothing to do!"
Wen Lichu's head was buzzing. Before she could ask anything, Lu Zhaoye had already hung up the phone.
The dizziness continued, and her vision suddenly went dark.
