Kang Qingzhi's eyes narrowed slightly, and her expression was extremely vicious. Her illness could only be treated with Qiao Xi's blood. If her brother knew that her condition had worsened, what would he do?
She turned around and swallowed a pill when Kang Jichuan was not paying attention. Not long after, her body went limp and she fell into Kang Jichuan's arms.
"Qingzhi? Qingzhi!"
Kang Qingzhi's gaze was confused, and her face was as pale as paper. She said with difficulty, "Brother… I… I feel so uncomfortable."
"Qingzhi!" Kang Jichuan roared, his eyes filled with sorrow. Then, he picked Kang Qingzhi up by the waist and hurriedly rushed to the car. After getting into the car, he ordered the chauffeur loudly, "Qingzhi's illness has acted up! Quickly return to the villa!"
