Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Yang Yue took eight minutes to reach the villa’s door and another ten minutes to send He Jiang to the Emergency Room.
Another ten minutes later, He Jiang was lying on a hospital bed with an IV drip attached to his arm.
This half an hour was a torture to Yang Yue. Every minute felt like a year as he watched things unfold in front of his eyes. Between this couple, one was sick and the other was flustered. None of them had taken a look at their handphones and were still blissfully unaware of what was happening outside.
On the other hand, he, the main culprit, was constantly monitoring the situation on his phone.
Even though it was 3AM, the internet was exceptionally active. It was possible every fan of He Jiang had been woken up by the news. Everywhere he looked, there were comments from them, preaching other fans to “Don’t spread rumors, don’t create them. Let’s wait for their official statement” and “Show concern towards He Jiang’s health, not his personal life”...
Some hot-tempered fans even started quarrels with his fans.
Feeling wronged, they started to scold He Jiang’s fans back.
The ‘Top search ranking’ was also in arrays. One moment it was ‘He Jiang illness’, another moment it was ‘Yang Yue hang up’ and the next moment it was ‘Is Cen Feinuo still asleep’...
Yang Yue: “...” What the hell is this?!
The cold saline water coursed through He Jiang’s veins. He closed his eyes and felt the pain in his temples diminish as clarity returned to his mind.
He took a look at Yang Yue and frowned. “What happened?”
Yang Yue paused for a moment and handed his phone to him. “I can’t bring myself to say it.”
Shang Jing raised his eyebrows. He moved closer to look at the phone’s content with He Jiang.
He Jiang: “...”
Shang Jing: “...”
Shang Jing poked He Jiang’s arm. “Have you drafted the composition? Hurry and post it!”
He Jiang closed his eyes. He had half a mind to rush home and tear that seven pages long proposal to shreds. “I didn’t draft it.”
Shang Jing: “Then what do you intend to do now?”
He Jiang pondered for a moment then stretched his h
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