129: Die Together_7

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his high, proud nose.

The rubber band tied in his hair had snapped at some point, and his lustrous, jet-black hair spread out across the pillow.

With a mere flick of his finger, he could touch those silky, soft strands.

The man's fingers moved slightly, looping over and over through her black hair.

It was at this moment that he realized, he could move!

He really could move!

The man was overjoyed.

However, before he could recover from his surprise, a series of noisy arguments reached his ears.

"Chen Fan! Let me in right now! If anything happens to my son today, I'll never forgive your Qiao Family!"

"Mrs. Qiao, my younger sister really has no way to cure Mr. Situ; you're just aiding and abetting her!"

The man frowned slightly, wanting to speak, but his throat felt as if a stone had lodged in it, stiff and unyielding, leaving him unable to utter a word. He tried to open his mouth, but to no avail.