Mei Ping was drenched in sweat, barely able to stand, and had to support himself against the wall.

Mary Xiao didn't know who he was on the phone with, but seeing Mei Ping's sudden change in expression, as if he was about to have a medical emergency, she couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"James, is Mei Ping having a sudden illness?"

James Ye smirked, "Maybe. His brain's messed up; he can't even remember who he is."