The Return of the Un

"Oh no, wouldn't this fellow be truly dead from the fall" Yang Qingqing frowned, her willow brows furrowed. She leaned in by the youth's nostrils, probing for breath. There was no warmth at all.,The manager and Qin Yi's buddies all swarmed over. Seeing that he was fine, the group got lively again.,In his past life, he was a pampered rich young master who lived a life of luxury and indulgence.。