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Yi Lin stood beside Liu Nianan with a smile, glancing at Liu Nianan's wet palms.
"Doctor Liu, you seem rather diligent with your handwashing, don't you?"
Wang Bing was taken aback.
In an instant, he couldn't grasp the deep meaning behind Yi Lin's action.
Liu Nianan's expression shifted slightly, his pupils contracting as he forcefully withdrew his wrist, looking displeased, "What's it to you?"
"What do you think?"
Yi Lin chuckled, responding with a question of his own.
"You…" Liu Nianan's breathing hitched, and for some reason, despite the calm facade and the smile on his lips, his eyes lacked any hint of mirth, eerily composed.
Yi Lin's gaze gave Liu Nianan the disconcerting illusion that all his secrets had been laid bare.
It was as if he was standing naked in an icy world, causing a terrifying fear of exposure to rise within him.
Impossible.
This kid couldn't have discovered it.
Absolutely impossible.
Ten thousand impossibilities.