Don't Blame Him

As the words fell, Wen Jing's hand instantly stopped, and she turned her head to look at Ye Lingfeng. At the same time, Ye Lingfeng's eyes also darkened, and he stood up and walked in front of Ye Lingran, his gaze sharp as a knife as he coldly spoke, "Speak."

Ye Lingran swallowed nervously, never expecting that Ye Lingfeng, that useless person, could exude such a strong aura. There was some unwillingness in his heart, but at this moment, he had no choice but to speak, "The letter she gave you is on the third level of the safe in my bedroom."

Ye Lingfeng glanced at him, and without saying a word, he turned around directly. At the same time, he raised his hand, and Wen Jing understood. She smiled and slowly walked to the side of the bed, the needle in her hand steadily descending.

"Ah!"

A sudden pig-like scream resounded in the hospital room. And Qin Lie had almost covered Zhouzhou's ears the moment Wen Jing raised her hand.