On the reviewing stand, two people were talking, but only one was visible.,That same year, at the end of the year, one night, I vaguely remember being hit once. In a daze, someone injected my arm with something. Soon after, my breathing became extremely difficult, and eventually I was thrown into a dumpster.,Gu Jingze's anger flared up, shooting straight to the top of his head. "Tomorrow, come with me to Hangzhou."。