A conversation

Lin Hanxing glanced at the surveillance equipment and smiled. In the dark Ward, the mole at the corner of her eye was still frosty, making her look even colder in long qingru's eyes.

Long qingru burst into tears.

"We've only just arrived and you already can't take it?"

Lin Hanxing reached out and grabbed a chair next to her and sat down directly by her bed. Looking at long qingru's tears, there was no emotion in his eyes.

"You're crazy!"

Long qingru said through gritted teeth. There were only the two of them now, and she did not hide anything when she spoke. If looks could kill, Lin Hanxing would have been cut into a thousand pieces by long qingru.

"Thank you for your praise."

Lin Hanxing leaned his body weight against his back. His eyes were cold and intimidating, but the words he spoke were soft and gentle.

Long qingru felt as if a huge rock had hit her heart and she was about to die of anger.