Who the hell is the son of Light? Get Down

On the fourth floor of the Holy Medicine Clinic, the group of people who were treating Wang Xian heard the sound coming from outside. When they saw the cold expression on Wang Xian’s face, they were slightly shocked and quickly looked behind them.

At the entrance, the receptionist girl rolled down the stairs and stopped. Her face was filled with fear.

She stared at the group of young men and women in front of her with fear.

However, the group of people did not even look at her as they walked inside.

The Prince of light held the staff of light in his hand. His white clothes were full of holiness and pride.

He looked like the son of heaven as he scanned the room on the fourth floor. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly as he walked inside.

He completely ignored the astonished expressions of everyone in the room.

“Who is pastor Wang?”

The son of light prince swept his gaze across the people in the room. His gaze landed on Wang Xian and a faint smile appeared on his face.