C251 Anxiety

"If that's the case, do you have any ideas?" Lei Ninglie nodded thoughtfully at Qin Zhong. After that, the secretary helped him sit up and made a velvet cushion on his back.

However, Qin Zhong could see that although Lei Ninglie asked him this question, he did not have any hope for his own body.

To put it bluntly, he was waiting for death.

"Yes." However, Qin Zhong still had to tell the truth