Seeing that Qin Shuke's car had already driven away, Nanheng snapped shut the lighter, pushed open the door, and got out of the car. Then he threw the lighter in his hand back into the car and walked towards the boy standing in front of the hospital.
Summer was almost over and the autumn rain in Los Angeles was a bit cold, so Li Nanheng was dressed differently from usual today. He was wearing a tailored suit and a pure-black double-breasted trench coat. He looked overbearing, cool, masculine, and noble. His cool and flawless face that was as handsome as an ancient Roman statue attracted countless eyes outside the hospital in just a few seconds.
