章 1690: a rare blood type

he only realized that something was wrong when mu weiwei called him.

mu yichen's face turned even paler in an instant. his vision turned dark and he almost fainted on the spot.  

even a man with a strong will like him could hardly bear the huge blows that came one after another on this day.

in particular, today was supposed to be the grand day of his wedding with luo chenxi. yet, what about now? it had become the most painful day of his life ...

the woman he loved had gone missing, and his cute little princess had been seriously injured ...

fu linchen glanced at mu yichen when he was flying the plane. he was shocked by the look on mu yichen's face. he frowned and said, " "mu yichen, you ... how are you? what was going on? who's on the phone?"

mu yichen only sobered up a little when he heard fu linchen's voice. he bit his tongue hard.

he only felt a little more awake when he tasted the faint taste of blood in his mouth.