It Is Hard to Speak of One's Troubles (1)

So didn't that mean they already knew each other?!

Liang Liang clenched his fists tightly as he stared at Lu Nanze. If it weren't for the fact that the man was unconscious, he would have punched him.

Did he think it was funny to play with him like this?!

If he knew Traceless, why hadn't he reunited them so that they could clear any misunderstanding?

Doubt sat uneasily in his mind, as though a cat was clawing at him inside. He couldn't wait for the man to regain consciousness.

Very soon, the ambulance arrived at the hospital. Everyone waited anxiously outside the ER.

Lu Nanze had lost too much blood from the wound in his thigh. The doctors looked grave as he was pushed into the operating room.

Liang Liang stood outside. There was so much he wanted to say, but couldn't because Lu Nanze was on the brink of death.

He drew in a deep breath and started to pace the corridor. After a while, the butler came in a hurry.