Tang Hao frowned. "Is she mentally ill? What are you talking to her about?"

Zhao Anxin squatted down and asked her, "I heard you say something about Ji. What Ji? Who is it?"

"The surname is Ji. Who else could it be? I'm starving to death..." The woman trembled and groaned in pain.

A strange light flashed in Zhao Anxin's eyes. "Then I just heard you say... Ye Zhiyu, is that the name? Do you know her?"

Tang Hao listened and said in ...