Qiao Xiang ran out of the funeral home in panic, his face becoming increasingly paler, with beads of sweat appearing on his forehead and nose.
Thinking of Song Shigao's face just now and the smile on his lips, the world before my eyes seemed to be spinning.
At this time, Zhou Juan, her best friend from junior high school, saw this and quickly stepped forward to ask with concern: "Qiao Yi, are you okay?
You looked fine just now, but now you look pale as a sheet of paper? Are you feeling unwell?"
The other students gathered around and said, "Qiao Yi, I just said that pregnant women cannot go in to deliver the body. The dead and the fetus are mutually exclusive!"
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