Yan Yinuo didn't agree. She thought Xu Zijin was just feeling dizzy and nauseous because of the ride. But after walking a few steps, when Xu Zijin suddenly collapsed, her heart clenched tightly.
An over six-foot-tall man, collapsing without warning, scared everyone around him.
Yan Yinuo's eyes widened, and her arms holding Douya began to tremble, trembling words escaping her lips. "Xu... Xu Zijin... Xu Zijin? Wake up."
She put Douya down, the little guy didn't understand what had happened; he just followed closely behind his mother.
Yan Yinuo crouched down, grabbed Xu Zijin's hand and shook it forcefully a few times, but the man lying on the ground didn't move at all.
At that moment, she was scared dumb. "Xu Zijin, what's wrong with you? Xu Zijin!"
His face looked even paler than before, almost as white as paper, which was clearly abnormal.
Yan Yinuo looked up sharply, a one-year-old child was beside her, looking at the crowd and crying out, "Somebody help, he's passed out."
