Lei Xiao's eyes were dark, but he did not say anything.
"Does she know that you're looking for her?"
He had been searching for it all these years and had never given up.
That kind of stubbornness and stubbornness.
He was like a thirsty traveler in the desert looking for water in an oasis. Even though his body was on the verge of collapse, his consciousness was still holding on.
&Quot; does she know that the tattoo on your waist was done for her? "
"This is my business, it has nothing to do with her."
In the face of Dr. Zhong, Lei Xiao's cold and hard expression was so distant.
His eagle-like eyes carried an overbearing aura that others couldn't understand.
Chasing after her was his own business.
Being infatuated with her was his own matter.
Treating her as his religion was his own business.
Lei Xiao had never told Han Xing.