Taking the warehouse

After a few footsteps, a middle-aged man rushed in. When he saw Fang Xing sitting by the bed, tears streamed down his face.,Fang Xing's eyes rolled, and he put on a 'kind' smile, shaking his hand out to help them up. "Get up, I feel a little dizzy.",On Fang Xing's right arm, a very noticeable anchor pattern stood out. Fang Xing’s eyes narrowed, and he took a bite out of it.。