193 The Mafia King is jealous of 'Lihua'

Putting his hands in his coat's pockets, Mingshen casually walked up to the bed. His sharp gaze studied all the monitors and their readings in a glance. He then looked at Song Jia, who was softly breathing now.

He rested his hand on the pillow as a devilish smile curled his lips upwards. "Wow. I am impressed. Was that telepathy? Did you know that your sister was just outside?"

He was met with silence.

"Even in your unconscious state, it seems you recognized her presence. Quite interesting."

He lifted her hand and gently pressed his index finger on her wrist. He checked her pulse and other latest reports and smiled.

"A few more months my sweetie and then you will be like a ripe fruit ready for me to pluck."

He lifted her chin as his eyes glinted in a mischievous light. He whispered near her ear. "I cannot wait for that day. So hurry up and get all better to die once again."

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