บท 1175: not much time left

"i've finally found him."

fang shan watched as all sorts of interesting expressions flitted across qiao jiuyin's face.

in just a few short seconds, qiao jiuyin experienced shock, pain, regret, and joy.

she suddenly stood up from the stool.

with both hands on the marble table in front of her, qiao jiuyin's body suddenly rushed forward. she wanted to rush out of here and grab fang shan's clothes to ask him if he was telling the truth.

qiao jiuyin's head hit the isolation window.

her head hurt a little, but she didn't care.

her expression was fierce as she questioned fang shan loudly, " what did you say! you've found him? he's not dead yet? how can this be? isn't he dead?" after qiao jiuyin finished her roar, her imposing manner that could swallow mountains and rivers turned sorrowful again. " how could that be? "