The Return of the Un

The bar owner, holding his phone up, urgently urged the security guard on duty.,Yang Qingqing couldn't worry about anything else. She pressed on Qin Yi's human acupoint, covering his mouth with one hand and helping him breathe.,He remembered, that summer when he was 18 years old in his past life, he got into a fight at a bar because he was drunk and harassed the person in front of him, and was knocked unconscious.。